#3 of Poems
Poetry
The wall
I hate this complete feeling of isolation
What must I do to break the wall.
The wall is miles high. Need help to tear down it. Can't do it by myself. I know what humanity is. But I don't know what being a human is. Help me.
My name is Lex. And I have survived a horrible nightmare. Here I am in a hospital. Both of my legs are broken beyond repair. Maybe I should have mentioned that I am not a human but an anthropomorphic wolf. Back to the story at hand. There was a loud...
Poem part one A warm summer wind caress my body. And I am free to walk as what I was meant to be. Not human but as a Wolf. Four legs instead of two. Fur instead of skin. I am free. And I wish the same for you.