Torment
The tiger always comes at night,
With slashing claws and deadly bite.
His eyes, they gleam with bitter hate,
His scream the answer to my fate.....
My dreams no longer speak my name,
I know tomorrow brings the same.
And yet with hope your love I seek,
The tiger's breath upon my cheek......
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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