It's dark
There is the night,
And there is a wolf.
The wolf is fierce,
And angry.
Its teeth glisten,
In the moonlight.
The forest is bare.
Void of leaves,
Of anything green.
It is winter,
So there is snow on the ground.
It is only you,
And the wolf,
In the night.
The wolf is so angry.
There is a river nearby.
The moonlight makes a spectacle
Of the stream flowing away.
You are alone here.
Alone with the wolf.
The wolf continues to growl,
And show its teeth.
It is as if,
Nothing can hear it.
As if no one will acknowledge it.
And so it growls,
And it looks you straight in the eye.
You just look back,
Hopelessly.
If destiny takes me today,
I will go.
The wolf growls for attention.
You are silent.
You are engulfed in your own mind.
You sit with it,
In that dead, cold night.
The wolf, staying fierce and angry,
Finds no resolution.
You are alone.
Your anger will not cease.
Your pain does not dull.
Time feels stopped, and you are there.
Forced to feel, every hurt that you feel.
In the forest,
You find solitude.
It is not okay,
And your anger will never quiet,
So in vain you rest, alone.
In the purgatory of the forest.
That temporary, superficial release.
The wolf never leaves you.
You sit silently beside it,
And watch the stream in the moonlight.
Time stands still.
You fantasize about drowning in the stream.
Then, finally, you may be free from the wolf in your heart.