Lone Wolf

brown wolf

 

He never hesitated…
he just put himself down

 

For the joy of others…
he wore that toxic gown

 

He became the riot shield
when his companions got shelled

 

They just never knew the burdens
his simple heart held

 

He fed his soul
with the laughter of others

 

He tore himself to pieces,
just to build up his brothers

 

Teaching hard lessons
the only way he knew how

 

Never let his guard down,
nor ever,

did he bow

 

Commanded respect,

Straight-up soldier

 

He acted on instincts

Never needed closure

 

Choosing a path of sternness,
a path of dedication

 

Opting for the hope of tomorrow,
instead of today’s gratification

 

Abiding by the code,
a life structured by discipline

 

There’s surely something profound
beneath those eyes of cinnamon

 

Believing in the youth,
believing in the future

 

Left no stone unturned,
left nothing to conjecture

 

He made peace with the idea
of being hated

 

To unite a pack of wolves…
a new bond he created

 

His aspirations devoid of

being part of “the pack”

 

Or even summoning those wolves

to have his back

black wolf on green grass

He is indeed content

watching them smiling from a distance

 

And you will never find him grieving

due to the plight of his existence

 

Coz nothing brings people closer
than one who is mutually despised

 

Who could ever fathom,
this crazy plan he devised?

 

You surely won’t see his wisdom…
at least not anytime soon

 

So await his death…
for only then shall you swoon

 

Sure it was love…
but in its ugliest form

 

When we think back we will realise…
“He was actually warm!!!”

 

And when he passes on,
Don’t dare fabricate a story…

 

of your endless endeavours
to bring him to glory

 

Rather remain silent,
don’t dare attempt to lie…

 

about your never-ending efforts
to cut him a piece of the pie

 

And when we contemplate,
I hope we don’t regret it

 

I wonder why we all have to die before we get it?

BLACKLISTED

Nowhere for you to go, not a morsel to spare.

You tried to heal your sick self, but does anybody care?

Sometimes people hear but don’t listen.

And you just gotta make do with the scraps that you’re given.

Everyone would prefer a quiet little bird, that barely makes a sound.
I guess that’s basically the same as you not being around.

I believe that every man should have his say…..
Coz even a broken clock is right at least twice a day.

Best believe that there’s one that’s always been there.
To listen to you when you’re sick & your soul is in despair.

Maybe we all lost souls looking to make a change.

Clean our dirty hearts and our lives rearrange.

I know you hear me…Even when I don’t say a word.
I just wanna be free …More free than that soaring bird.

Until I meet you, I know I’m never alone.
And that we’ll only truly be happy when we come back home.

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