Who Will Seek
Tigers attacking Their purrs do I hear
Yet their mouths and teeth I rarely do fear
Their claws penetrate Their paws slash my heart
Their nails dig in As their slashes make art
They dig for my soul As my body lays dying
Yet the spirit within They are not finding
For it lies in the heart They just cut through
Now it's in strips Cut not by their lips
On the ground Speaking true
Love is gone Soul abound
The pieces found I count I can't find them all
Something's not right The blood in one's mouth
Unfound by nature uncouth As one takes His piece of the fight Out of the field
Hanging from the mouth
Punctured by a tooth
Copyright © Jacob Murray | Year Posted 2007
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