Being alone in the cold misty air
Watching the wolves love
Desiring in ones self
That experience of fantasy
As many live by
Or some dream dearly of
Life is cruel to the ones
Without the strength
To step forward
Instead they cower to their inner ego
Shivering forever
Till death due part.















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although the poem is good it needs better grammar. yes I know, the whole one thought one run on sentence thing. but I think a few commas could help. especially between lines 6 and 7
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When I reread the poem I was too sleepy to even want to add in commas or anything. And I don't think the last line makes much literal sense but it sounded good so I stuck with it.
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