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THE WOLVES

How does one keep 
The wolves at bay
When they are on the hunt
Night and day
Where can I run
Where can I hide
From the prying
Of their fiendish eyes
I can no longer bear
The sounds of their gnarling teeth
Lord, give me strength
Please do bequeath
For, I do not wish
To become prey
To the howling-pied-piper
And be led astray
To be ravaged
Or abused
To be discarded
Or used
By those wolves
Whose only intent
Is to use their guiles
Without relent
To deconstruct and destroy
Every part of who I am 
I refuse to be
A willing lamb

Simona A. Brinson

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