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Lone Wolf Gives Up

my wax self is melting into the oak slats which never held me up any way the ones i did not attend to never understanding that this day would come depleted now i give myself up gladly wondering what will remain nothing i used wisely for i took care of nothing and no one which is why it does not matter any way i am a lone wolf flesh and bone without a soul i give myself up gladly

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/5/2019 8:06:00 PM

a very interesting one, my friend. I too picture myself as a bit of a lone wolf. I sure do love my alone time, as I know you do too.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/6/2019 4:47:00 AM

I LOVE my alone time; I thrive on it, and I live for it. I am so GOOD at entertaining myself it is crazy!

Kurt Ravidas

Date: 7/5/2019 7:34:00 PM

To tell you the truth, every lone wolf is glad to give himself up. Alas, nobody gives a sheet & pillow about it. So, rise from the ashes and fight like crazy, wolfy! P.S.: I bet Gershon would approve my words)

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/6/2019 4:48:00 AM

I am sure he would. I give myself up gladly, some days, serving myself up on a plate.

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 7/5/2019 12:46:00 PM

Wonderful images conjured up in this write, a perfect lone wolf, but, I see you as giving of yourself your whole life! Hugs Caren, Jennifer.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/5/2019 12:51:00 PM

I am such a lone wolf until I am ready to be with a bunch of my friends, then I become PARTY wolf.