Ropes

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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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October 26, 2011 at 5:34 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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October 25, 2011 at 6:46 PM
Great writing, very engaging! I absolutely love the reference to the wolf, they are magnificent creatures. <3 Jor
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