Wounded Lion
Paws drowning in blood
Whiskers caked in mud
Claws colored in skin
Bated sighs
Red blueberry pies
Trembling thighs
I hurt
I am scarred
Bruised and battered
But I continue on
Like a butterfly in a barn
Never stopping or hopping on myself
I soar through the jungle like a bent 747
Rampaging Rhinoceros
Jealous Jaguar
Weeping at dawn
Sobbing at dusk
Soul at rust
Heart to dust
When do I heal?
Get real?
Seal the deal?
Maybe when I start to feel
The ocean at the street of Beale
Substitute Cowboy
Through the caged sighs
Carefree lies
Boysenberry pies
I see you for who you are
A runaway dictator
With nothing to say
My grandfather's Nazi murderer
Dressed in dark gray
Grandpappa, Czech General on midnight steed
Leader of the Czech Resistance during WWII
Ambushed and murdered in 1944
Highest possible state honor at the door
The good always pay
For the evil we bray
Loving and giving
Killing and willing
Who was this soldier in black?
A golden rainbow knack?
Mankind's last chance
At a moral meteor attack?
No comments:
Post a Comment