The Lone Wolf's Howl

Regret is a taste that is sour and foul.
It lingers and haunts inside of your mind.
I am the wolf, to the moon I howl.
Longing and needing, such feelings are unkind.


These feelings disturb and torture me.
Desire burns and consumes from within.
I’ve become overwhelmed with jealousy.
A very uncharacteristic sin.


This lone wolf spends most days wandering.
Quietly traversing life’s great forest.
Alone I fight but can’t help wondering,
Will I be with the moon and have my rest?


This wolf is quiet throughout the day,
But at night his howl reveals his dismay.