I Am The Tiger

by Sheree Speaks   Nov 29, 2006


I am the tiger,
Attacking the villiage.
Shattering the sky.
Ripping the flesh of frustration.

The masacre of my agression.
The inevitability.
The look of always.
The search of goodness.

And then I rest in the forest.
I weep in the shade.
The sun has turned blood red.
The fire must burn down.

There's a calming light
Within you, of you.
Hold it in front of me
And the tiger shall be tamed.

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