Treasure Island

Jasmine Aira


I use to be the Wolf


All my friends,
use to listen to what I had to say,
all my friends,
would love me in a special way,
all my friends,
treasured all my great ideas,
all my friends,
would comfort me when I was sad,
all my friends,
were with me in 'those times'.

I use to be the Wolf.
The one who was the lead.
I use to be the Wolf.
The major need.
The one who helped.
The one who scowled.
The one who yelped.
I use to be the wolf.
But then I slowly faded.
I use to be the wolf.
But then my days degraded.
I use to be the wolf.
Then something had gone wrong.
I use to be the wolf.
Now everything I hate.


I use to be the wolf....

Until the 'new girl' came.


Now no one listens.
Now no one cares.
Now no one
thinks,
glares,
stares,
ponders,
compliments,
or decide on my ideas.

I'm just a follower,
i'm lost in the days,
I can't really think for what I have to say.
I can't really judge for what others had to pay.
I can't really go any farther than a save.

I'm just a follower,
But I use to be the Wolf,

oh how I miss those days.

Submitted: Monday, September 22, 2008

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  • Mark Hogg (11/12/2008 6:20:00 PM)

    this is brilliant... simple, perfect imagery and smooth wordplay. i love this. (Report) Reply

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