The Lone Wolf

Once you are born you are dying slowly, we are all born to die.

The lone wolf lost it's pack, He cries of lonesomeness at the night, He eats alone with a weak snack, Forever wondering why his pack had left, He walks a lonely trail at the bright of night, Finding a cave to sleep in tonight. He wakes up at the early dawn, Hoping to see his friends, But he wakes up alone and sad, He stays in the cave and lays, The wolf stays and stays, He does not move, He does not eat, He dies and goes with mother-nature. The earth devours his body and makes his grave, The energy of the wolf flows through natures roots, He became apart of nature, Bringing new life. A single flower grows on the wolves grave, Inside the flower is seeds, Waiting to grow and thrive, The wind blows the seeds through a tempest, Scattering the seeds everywhere, The seeds are planted and growing new life, All because of the lone wolf who lost it's pack.

Author's Note

It's a free verse poem and one of my first poems that I ever wrote.

Reviews

[SoberBunny]

Hmm, interesting imagery. I especially liked the line, "He stays in the cave and lays, the wolf stays and stays." Definitely portrayed his loneliness and heartbreak very nicely. :) Some of it sounded much more like telling a vague story, while others truly beat to the rhythm of a poem. I think with a couple of metaphors or similes, this would truly come to life. Nice work!

Lauren

[The leaking boat]

Thank you for the review. I have to admit, I am still learning to write poems; everyone tells me I am doing good for a beginner though.