They say he is as good as his pack
What then is one without?
You see him roaming around
Searching For a rock to lay his head
You see him big, strong, fierce as ever
Yet in his eyes reflects a broken soul
Longing to belong
Searching for home
So again he roams over ends of earth
Till his life comes to an end.
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Paradox
PoetryCollection of poems I composed with themes of life and it's contradictions through my perspective. #1 rhetoric
