Untamed
He's a wild heart without a home
In stranger places he use to roam
In dark of night, he shuns the light
He is afraid of something bright
Everyday he finds his forest
Where he can put his soul to rest
For the world he's born is cruel
He's forced to grapple by the rule
He braves the sight of being alone
At times, sadness strikes him to the bone
He braves alone, the storm and rain
He agonize alone in pain
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2023
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