The Eye of the Tiger
Into the eye of the tiger I tumble
Fangs of grief claw at my heart.
The growling pain a low rumble
Threatening to tear me apart.
Emotions ripple beneath his skin.
Flexing muscles tensely reminds
This bloody battle I'll never win,
For in my soul, weakness he finds.
The tiger of pain circles my defenses
Stalking the memories in my mind.
He smells the fear of bloody pretences,
Of a heart that is weakened and blind.
How magnificent you are, tiger of mine
As I defiantly grab you by the tail.
The power of grief and pain intertwine
Against winds of fate I scream and rail.
Exhausted I cry for closure and peace
Primitive lament, pure pain I hear.
Every day the conflict seems to increase,
In the eye of the tiger I see my fear.
Copyright © Heidie Buys | Year Posted 2007
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