olivergreenwood19

Lion

Behind iron bars I have sat and waited   

Pacing back and forth for the coward who caged me   

I roar at the sheep who lingers in the shadows    

I claw at the bars to make him hear my rage   

I have spent too long trapped in his game   

Too long sparing his life for the sake of my sanity   

His excuses hold me no longer  

His tears shall gain no more sympathy   

He has kept me hostage for too long without consequence   

And now it is my turn   

My turn to show him what it means to put a lion in a cage. 

Comments1

  • Tony36

    Great write



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