Night: A Poem by Wolf

"Night"


Dark as night,

Take to the fight.

Under my heel I will grind,

The demons of the mind.

Death is not the darkest dream,

Because what I've seen would make you scream.

Lights too bright,

So in the dead of night,

We carry on, until we're gone.

Living the life

Of struggle and strife.

God's my strength, and love's my power.

I fight on till the final hour.

I was one of the lost

But I’ve grown up learning the cost,

Of pain and fear,

And losing the ones we hold dear.

I won't lay down,

I will turn your frown upside down.

I'll take your pain,

And help you gain,

The life you were meant to live,

Cause that was what I was meant to give.

I’m the wolf, and i rule the night,

And for you i fight,

All you broken souls,

And all your lost goals.

This is who I am,

And I don’t' give a damn.

I'll take the demons out,

With a growl and a shout.

I'm your Wolf and I fight the demons of the darkest way,

So you can live another day.

~Written by Wolf on 10/24/13 @ 2:13am    

Never gone...forever gone

Hey. I'm back. Why? I'll 'splain.


Never gone...the dark never left. It' hides under my steely gaze, and hardened heart. Today i felt its touch as i was buried under cases. I was alone. But strong enough to carry on. But i wanted someone to help share the burden with me...but then i'd be a burden myself to them...they had things to do...

Forever gone...the innocence, the time spent depressed and suicidal...my life as an innocent teen...i've lived too many lives in too short a time...being an empath is both a gift and a curse...


i tried explaining who and what Wolf was...and what it's like to have been at war with your own spirit...and what it's like to be two in one...and yet, still one...but at times two...

Wolf and I are like that...but she was busy...distracted...and somewhat concerned...of course it worries people. they don't understand...

i'm an abomination some nights...like tonight...i took care of a 29 year old woman...the heck...how is that even possible...she's got a decade on me...

What am i? Man and Wolf united...am I some sort of abomination? I became the man in the mirror...the man of my story...I have become, or almost completely become Erin Bartholomew Wolf...