Ce poème est un mensonge

As you wish, my feelings, dearest.

I am not a wounded lion,

Laying crippled against your bedpost,

Damaged beyond repair.

I am not bereft of my pride, 

Aching due to what lies inside;

A vicious poison concocted of things so vile, so cruel.

Today marks the poison, one that does not easily dissipate.

I am quiet, demure, feeble, and meek.

I merely remain for this unreachable tranquility I have so long for sought.  

I am not a wounded lion, disregarding all the lessons I've been taught, 

I am not lying bereft and broken, 

Feasted upon by manifestations and life's horrid concoction. 

For time has already had its way with me, just a mere naked soul,

Stripped of pride, 

Held so dear in a lion's eye.

For I am now lying shivering in shame, 

How distraught I am to see the lion tame. 

Reviews

[Nix]

We tell ourselves many lies... This being one of them. We tell ourselves we are ok, our pride is still intact, that we can carry on. But in reality we are wounded and need help, we must stoop further below our already injured pride to seek help. A very interesting poem. The title really drew me in... A very interesting way to start a poem; telling the reader they are being lied to. Well written.

[Konnie]

Really lovely poem. The words just...flow along like a river. It rolled through my head totally fluidly.

[Neville]

Whether intentional or not, there is more than just a taint of a felines mark that runs wild and free throughout this poetic work of yours, whether kitten or well versed predator, I am not yet sure. Nevertheless,

All good things until we meet in literary, or in real terms again.

Neville

[Sami Khalil]

"Stripped of pride,
Held so dear in a lion's eye.
For I am now lying shivering in shame,
How distraught I am to see the lion tame. "
That is what you can call good poetry...:)

[lee von cleef]

Well done, I like the end ! and the road to it, Big believer in the power in a eye.