by thereluctantpoet


By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Lone Wolf Lives
In Solitary Silence
He Lays Down
At Night

A Master Hunter
An Endless Hunger
An Aching Need
He Has To Fight

ontent To Be Alone
Not Running With The Pack
Always Moving Forward
Never Looking Back

The Darkness Overtakes Him
He Sleeps, But With A Chill
The Hunger Of The Hunt Remains
His Soul Is Longing Still

High Upon The Mountain
Alone, But Running Free
In The Solitude And Silence
That’s How It Has To Be

The Lone Wolf Lives His Life
Like He Wants
And That’s His Choice
The Moonlight’s Call
He Hears
An Inner Voice

Copyright © 2018 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved


2 Comments to “LONE WOLF”

  1. We all are lone wolves in a way. Only some of us are able to hear our inner voice.

  2. Fantastic composition! The arrangement and delivery are perfect.

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