A mothers arms
Will never hold her
Forgotten son
He will never feel
Sanctuary in flesh
Removed
By father and brother
Never to look
Friendship in the eyes
Alone
He has learned
To wear the coat
Of the Wolf
I am the wolf. Thank you for showing me, sir. Read half-a-dozen of your poems today, I feel all of them.
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This is good. I am enjoying your poems.