Friends are few in the wilderness
I, the lone wolf, must fend for myself
In an endless struggle to find food
If i stop i will certainly die
I see another wolf pack ahead
searching for food in this cold wilderness
My heart yearns to introduce myself
But i hold myself back remembering
The last time i found a pack of wolves
They never ever accepted me
I couldnt take that cruelty again
So i wandered away from the new pack
I was a lone wolf
That was my fate
Until the day came
That i would die....alone
This is one of my old poems that i wrote a while back and i just found it. When i wrote it i felt alone like i had nobody to turn toIt was a hard time in my life. I hope you like it.