There isn't a lot to say about "Painus Lupus" except that it brings to the reader the pain felt by the Alpha Male of a pack of wolves when he can no longer carry out the role. It is a season of change embracing his passing as leader of the pack...
Painus Lupus
(The Injured Wolf)
So, so tired.
Thread-bare. Only a husk.
Passion has all but faded.
Alone. Cold.
Shattered, scattered.
Clinging, but by a nail.
Cannot fight, but cannot run.
Where has it all gone? Where is life?
I must not die.
The day I cannot carry.
The night I cannot embrace.
Afraid to move. Bound and mute.
I sink into myself…
Am I even my own friend?
Sometimes in the dark, I see light.
But then it too fades.
I am a shell with a smile painted on the outside – Like a child’s hermit crab.
Useful and needed, but in time, I am cast off.
Master of my own destiny? Sure!
Well, maybe. Unsure…
Heart aching.
A season?
Who knows?
Focus?
Hell, I can’t even find the lens anymore.
Tears are the only warmth I feel.
Cold, even they could become.
Am I truly alone?
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