A roar
And you no longer hear
The laughter
And you no longer court
Disaster
But eagerly seek
Not that which came before but
The here and after
Seek also
A friend amongst the
Wolves
Which run and howl
An ally or one who can
Comprehend
Your sorrow, loss and pain
Squinting look straight
At the sun
And with those wolves now run
Do not hesitate or falter
Until and only when
The roar becomes
A trickle
By: Daniel Smallegange
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