The Lion Inside Of My StomachA Poem by Dominik D. RitesHave you ever felt like there's just a living breathing animal inside of you that wants to come out but it's too weak and too scared?The Lion Inside Of My Stomach There's a lion inside my stomach. He's been there for quite a while now. He growls whenever he's hungry and sleeps when he is full, but he's growing older now and I can't control him like I used to. He's like a child but worse. He doesn't know right from wrong. He doesn't do what I tell him and he doesn't want to leave. He's comfortable in there, all tucked up where he's hidden safe from the dangers of the outside, but he's a vicious predator. He doesn't know that just yet. He's still too young despite his mane. I can feel him move sometimes, curling up or tossing over in his sleep, but I know he's not really there. He's not a child that I will ever birth. He's just a child inside of me who will never taste the petrichor or feel the sun on his eyelids or see the snow drift from the heavens. He's just a child that awakens to stir a roar that fills my heavy skull. When he sleeps, I am happy and for a moment, my chest unclenches. I will never be free of the lion for he has found a home in my flesh lining, but I will cradle him and smile, for this child I call a lion is ill and weak. His roars are but simply a cry.
© 2018 Dominik D. RitesAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorDominik D. RitesMontreal, Quebec, CanadaAboutI'm an English Literature major looking to share some of my work with the world and gain a bit of experience. I enjoy poetry, fiction, horror, drama, tragedy, essays, and many other genres. I'm hoping.. more..Writing
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