By Talin Likha
Leather jacket and Chelsea boots
A lone wolf alone in the woods wallowing in the rusty spell
of the downtown garage and Clock tower's bell.
Away from the dreary December
to hell with being jolly and well
Because these Christmases reminds him of the fact that
he is a lone wolf
Over and over again.
Thank you Ananya
You’ve actually went beyond the lights of the festive season and captured it from the perspective of those who are lonely.
It’s a great poem!