The Wolf Of March
By: Tyler Ross
He packs his belongings and parts for the exit sign
His love isn’t like their love
Foreign to most
A one of a kind
Alone he walks baring his heart and soul
His passions always in constant control
Unwavering to the things he loves most
A stranger to the ones he even considers close
He loves to love
He knows nothing higher
The world is cruel to him
And his deepest desires
But he won’t give up
For he’s learned, “It Finds You”
He knows nothing higher
Than to stand for what he feels is true
Down a single road
He remains the only one
Encircled in the snow or burning in the sun
He knows only to carry on
He’s misunderstood, so they can’t relate
A loner to the earth
He’s accepted his fate
Hungry for the love he hasn’t received yet
A traveler of trails free from disrespect
Bold, but broken
He still finds peace alone
Solo, but hopeful
As an outcast not worried about the undertone
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