Face the Lions AloneA Poem by Skye FieldsA pantoum based on a nightmare about my "stalker."You rub my eyelid, touch my
lips So this must be a nightmare. You love and follow me So this must be a curse. This must be a nightmare Because I am hurled into the
colossem with you. This must be the curse Where I face the lions alone. Because I am hurled into the
colosseum with you, Everyone can see where shame
has brought us, Where I must face the lions
alone. If I run, you will catch me. Everyone can see where shame
has brought us But no one seems to care. If I run, you will catch me But no one will lift me up. No one seems to care That I’m weak enough to ask
for help. No one will lift me up Out of the gentle poison of
your hands. I’m weak enough to ask for
help And there’s suddenly an arm
to shield me From the gentle poison of
your hands. I am hurried through the
audience By the arm sent to shield me, But it isn’t good enough. I am hurried through the
audience But you’re waiting at the
exit. This isn’t good enough for
you. You rub my eyelid, touch my
lips. You’re waiting, always, at
the exit. You love and follow me. I run. © 2010 Skye FieldsReviews
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7 Reviews Added on July 31, 2010 Last Updated on July 31, 2010 AuthorSkye FieldsAboutMy current delusion of grandeur is completing a poetry manuscript. Join the cause! Review my work! Let's see... I'm a Leo, and I have the curly hair to prove it. I obviously love reading and writin.. more..Writing
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