Running from the Wolf

Hi everyone! I hope you’re all well. I’m sharing another poem with you today, and I hope you enjoy it.

I’m always running from that wolf,
Through woods and city streets,
And at times, I can outrun him,
Like there’s fire in my feet.

But sometimes, he gets close enough,
That I can feel his breath;
Warm, sour and all-encompassing,
A fetid shroud of death.

It’s only when my mind is sharp,
Cleared of collected dredge,
That I’m able to outsmart him,
And gain the winning edge.

I’m always running from that wolf.
Maybe I always will,
Because I know he’ll devour me,
The moment that I’m still.

Thank you, as ever, for stopping by to read my words! I really do appreciate it.

Until next time,

George

GEORGE L THOMAS