My Life

by The Herald   Jun 13, 2008


The pack of wolves descends on the flock with a striking vengeance

destroying what trace of serenity remained

each is infected by the evil lurking in the group

all but one

though subjected to all that others recieve,

firm stands he on his rock,

built to hold all who come

as a shining oasis in the desert

catches my eyes,

eyes full of sad and hate

so too has this rock caught me

never letting me go

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