LONEWOLF


I put on clothes of taciturnity
to wine and dine with my shadow 
as I finish burning relation_Ship ties
pour the ashes in a shallow river
 whispers into its ear to
   "never find me again".

Looking down from my wall to see; 
the lovers on a cart posing
 with colorful smiles and the little
 girl leaning on her Arthur's arm,
dabbling their feet in the air on a swing,
looking at a man with a brush and canvas.
staring and smiling at my foolishness 

The hazel tree with its blackish-grey shade
near the red and white striped barricades 
and the brown swinging granny armchair 
which smells like her red rosy ribbon 
and the pile of 90's fugitive slaves magazines
 depicting women of owu 
 the only picture of a family I had
as my clue to reckon broken bloodlines   

I have a shadow trailing behind me
as I bask in my lone_lean world 
for I am not Just a loner but a Lonewolf. 

©Iamteazhy
®The Living Legend

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