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chained it’s animosity and i know he is not mine but the wolf longs to be free i feel his agony in the form of anger the ropes that hold us down in every way keep us bound and i hear his cry to be released still what can i do nothing what forgiveness can he offer to me a passerby that wont loose him it’s as though I’ve committed a crime and that’s how my heart feels if they refuse to claim him tell me then why do they shame him so with guilt when he’s done no wrong and now he can only sing the saddest song a song of longing and a song of loneliness already held down worsened by rejection lack of affection he is now weighted by depression and no one else will listen so i mourn along with him the days of running free i miss with him too hearing laughter and feeling loved now long gone by the binding ropes rubbing us raw

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Date: 10/26/2011 5:34:00 PM
a very wonderful point but a wolf will always be a wolf in every style... Depression is only a state of mind.. I realized that other day I held on to my own doom..(man).. I was the only one rubbing raw on that string... Truly enjoyed your poem.. p.d.
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Date: 10/25/2011 6:46:00 PM
Great writing, very engaging! I absolutely love the reference to the wolf, they are magnificent creatures. <3 Jor
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