The Winds of Discontentment
Through the valleys and the canyons
come the sounds of the wolf howling.
His cries seem the sound of discontentment
is it that something must die so that he may live.
The wolf cries alone tonight
helplessly he cries, for after all he is but a wolf.
In the valleys and canyons of mans soul
there is a secert place that he calls himself.
From there come the unheard sounds
of his discontent howling in the night..
The sounds in his ear seem but an echo
and the light from which he seeks his clarity
is a time already passed.
Man cries alone tonight
with a helpless cry of agony
for after all he is only a man.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2006
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