The Wolf Poem by Frederick Francis

There is a wolf
That lives in my head.
I feel him pacing while I’m in bed.

There is a wolf
That lives in my head.
I hear him howl while I’m in bed.

There is a wolf
That lives in my head.
He escapes while I’m in bed.

As my dreams slowly give way
I find my self in the forest of day.
The wolf has quietly hidden away.

He stalks me though, just out of sight,
Only the flare of his eyes show in the light,
Hidden, still he adds to my might.

I know if I had all the wolfs power
Challengers would all crumble and cower,
Over adversity I could easily tower,
But the wolf lives in my head.


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