I just keep missing everything
I wish I’d miss the pain
If I could throw the torment – all
Through my window pane
Toss it to the lions that
Around my soul do trod
I wish I could take the barrels full
And hand them straight to God.
The big cats snarl, they lick their lips
They watch my every step
They see, they wait, they’re ready
For the end when I have crept
Far down past the last wall
Way down past the dock
Where the water laps, unending
“Listen to the clock, tick tock!”
The felines know what time it is
They’ve stocked the barrels full
And now they’re overflowing
And my muscles feel the pull
The fire’s lit, the cats are keen
I’m going to be the feast
And as I creep down one last stair
I glean man is the beast.
Copyright
© Colleen Weber
