Mosiac Black Panther
Mosiac Black Panther
There is a mosiac black panther caged in my warm breast
Does what's his name even have a clue there's a yearning in my brain I know?
For a long endless time of mine, know what it is that drives him as though
Forward or backward in a long relentless of yearning of quest.
His silent rage had ballooned into an unrealistic unknown unsuppressed
The unperturbed fibers of those stealthy feet that surely walk and go
Over and over my body feels like it's in a prison coming to and fro,
Within these walls it's forever trying to continue to reap with much rest.
All through the day I at times feel him living in my hardened of heart
But as the night sets forth, its becoming to bring his dreams and stars,
And in a hesitant inexorable moment of frenzy it alas awakes:
His violent wrath trembled and hurled upon the steel bars.
His long eternal passion stretches me beyond and sweeps me apart
Then after I lie in subliminal bliss as my whole body skillfully shakes.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
