Best Adventurelonging Poems
A lone wolf holing out from across the prairie.
Roaming the night, which ever way the wind may carry.
His cries of longing haunt me, during the fitful night.
As he sings a single lonesome song beneath the starlight.
It’s an eerie, soul aching sound.
Beneath the yellow moon, bright and round.
I’ve seen him running free, across the plain, but always alone.
I can feel his ache, in the hollow sound of a midnight moan.
His life is that of one, just to survive.
Doing only what he must to stay alive.
He doesn’t run with the pack, because they can’t keep up.
He’s an outsider, a loner since he was a pup.
He searches the night, over the fields and creeks.
I wonder what it is he still seeks?
Is he searching for the companionship he is yet to find.
Does he long for another? One of his own kind?
Is this the loneliness that keeps him out on the prowl?
Does it build inside until he must moan and howl?
He beckons me, for I am drawn to him.
Until I must steal glimpses of him in the moonlight dim.
For he reminds me of the companionship that I lack.
The wolf who runs with out a pack.
Sarah Comstock
April 17th 2001
daytime begins doesnt mean the nightmare ends.elvis lives doesnt mean he's at home.
walking around like a dead man walking,breathing through a tube.
hands cold and brittle hair falling out in patches.
a once handsome youg man turned into a shell of a human,being critiqued every moment he
appears in the streets.
searching for love on a dead end road his only sign of hope reads"only men allowed."
in ther no one judges him in there no one cares all they wnat is one thing that he has to
spare.
a hundred here two hundred ther girls in g-string underwear.
he places his hope on a cherry bomb as long as he keeps it coming the longer it'll go on.
for that time he's ther he has no fears he's fullfilling his hopes of being wanted.
lights burn low but never fade in this place of suttle shade,he never has to be ashamed.
when the night turns to morning and its time to go little does he know he's not alone.
as he walks to the car and turns the key from behind he's attacked his assaliant he can't see.
in slow motion he surrenders without a fight crying to his attacker"let me live another night."
all he wanted was his money and that he had leaving the old man in terror and longing fear.
they came to his rescue a little too late funny to think all the man wanted was a lovely
dinner date.never again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!