he screams aloud;
as his voice echoes
vibrantly to ears
that can’t hear…
yes, deaf ears.
he laments loudly,
they listen, they hear,
they just stare at him
in perplexity,
no one understands.
on days like this,
the wolf in him
cries out loud;
but never for help,
he only vents it out.
he is usually alone…
not lonely,
his only companion
is his old diary that stays
hidden in him.
♟️The.Poetic.Bobby♟️