I sit here alone in this
dark depressing room
Staring at the padding
covering the walls like a tomb
A small dim bulb hangs down
casting eerie shadows in this space
While spiders roam all over the
filthy floor in this terrible place
Eerie cries from my brothers dying
haunt me day and night
I can still hear the bullets fly
As they fought back with all their might
The sounds fill my ears each day
and through the nights as well
Their screams continually keep me
in my own tormenting hell
None of them survived
that ruthless thrill of the hunt
But I did, and here’s why,
because I didn’t even grunt
I never stuck my head up,
I just kept it on the ground
I hid just like a coward
and never made a sound
I was taught early on
to stand up to the enemy
To keep my head up high
for I am royalty
But I knew the day would come
when they would hunt me down
I was captured and contained
and pushed into the ground
That’s when they threw me into
this dark depressing room
Where I stare at all the webs
that cover the walls like a tomb
Lying here, anxiously waiting
For the start of the grand opening
When people will stand and stare
Not even noticing
That the bars that I look out of
of are the ones that they look through
To see this mighty lion
That is trapped inside this zoo.
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Author:
Poet Lees (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 10th, 2022 00:19
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Comments2
Good write PL.
Thanks for your comment. May I ask, what is PL?
Sorry - it's your initials of Poet Lees - PL.
2 more comments
Those who lived amid wars can only understand this poem,
Those who never faced any war will think there is no problem?
A fine poetic description with perfect words' formation,
This clearly gives about war-climate a chilly information?
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