i listen
i watch
i see
nothing but a lioness.
her scratch cuts deep.
we move slower
than our counterparts
for we see
deeper than those
our steps
chosen carefully
as if not to attract
she smells fear
a mane of gold
she rules
this jungle
she lets not a one
in her thoughts
a mystery to us all
she eats in vain glory
i fear her so
her scratch cuts deep.
2 comments:
deep, I like the metephor of a femle as a lioness, for we all have a little bit of lion in us, ahha.. But seriously, it is very good. I think you may want to bring more description into it. But besides that-
amazing
CASEY~
i really like your poem...it really makes me think about things because all of your poems can some how relate to many different things that all people go through. it's simple but discret
major kudos alabama
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