A wolf lay at my door

It never sleeps, but always keeps 

my tears from grasping more.

Today I watched him howling,

he seemed all wild and full of pride.

But when I took another glance,

anguished eyes, he did not hide.

So I took a step towards him,

as quietly as I dare.

As not to startle or confuse,

and definitely not to scare.

But he knew, his head it flew,

to face me in his lair.

His eyes like fire. His sniff disgust.

His fangs to shreds he'd tear.

There are no more words to describe him.

His pain no one can see.

But I then saw, he mirrored inside my soul,

as the wolf in pain was me,