Wolves Alone

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Wolves Alone


Swallowed by the darkness deep,
the salted earth consumes.
Tearing skin and pocking bone,
ashes drift overhead in plumes.
Whitened teeth curled toward a grin,
or grimace, none can tell.
And in the shallows waiting,
the end of eternity looms.

The ever-present battlefield,
lay burned and wasted above.
Lives of the fallen long lost,
blood poured from those once loved.
Slaughtered in the prime of life,
forgotten to the realms of past.
Shattered dreams walk single file,
and into the light were shoved.

Fond memory fades to tomorrow's fear,
Sweet songs become sour and turn.
Where laughter once stood strong,
Now only anger and despair burn.
Honour sacrifice and avenge the death,
By taking more forced lives away.
To continue the cycle onward still,
while for the end of the circle yearn.

Shoulder to shoulder and back to back,
countless lines of marching stone.
Walking as one toward a mindless end,
scraped clean to bleached bone.
Pulled by a stream of half truths,
Rallied behind a cause of lies,
Surrounded by the many who swore,
only to all die broken alone.


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Very well crafted. A little dark for me on a Monday morning, but it was a rough drive in to work today, so I guess I can roll with it!

Yeah, this doesn't feel like a glass of orange juice and whistling a tune on the way to work poem perhaps. :)

Fond memory fades to tomorrow's fear,
Sweet songs become sour and turn.
Where laughter once stood strong,
Now only anger and despair burn.

As if it describes to where the world has been leading today.

Maybe we are always heading that way.

Surrounded by the many who swore,
only to all die broken alone.

The last two lines end your poem in a sublime way. Thank you for sharing it with us!

Cheers. Not my forte, but I still don't know what is!

One thing is certain, your continuous drive in finding your forte will put you in continuously in a better place (inside and outside of yourself)!
Thank you for being such a example!

Wolves are generally in packs. In order for them to be alone, they must be old, injured and separated from the pack. Their health condition is sad!

There are only a couple hundred in the wild in Finland, but many seem to still be scared of them.

Well it'll only take minus another few MVESTS for that to be prophetic!

Hard hitting...

Is this looking back on something in the past or looking forward to a dystopian future?