My Lion
In my dream a huge lion is stalking me,
Somewhere in the shadows, in my periphery
Sometimes in my house he's walking the floor,
I stand there terrified, with my ear to the door.
Sometimes he gets close, I feel his warm breath
I know if he gets me he'll maul me to death,
Why does this lion enter my dreams,
Just to fill me with panic and terror it seems.
I have met him at night, in a dark empty street
In the silence I hear the soft fall of his feet,
Naught but a glimpse, a shadow with a mane
I'm terrified and alone with my lion again.
But he never quite gets me, I always escape
Just as he pounces, in a sweat I awake,
So there I lie, my heart going like a train
My recurring lion had came calling again.
My lion once looked at me right in the eye,
All I saw was anger, I didn't know why
Why was he here, what was my sin
Is he here to haunt me, or is he something within.
Once again thinking, A dream or a sign
Is he telling me something, this lion of mine
And if he is, I wish I understood
Because as he stalks me, I fear he wants blood.
Entry for Your Very Best Rhyme Of All Time Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri 31/8/2017
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