Lion

This form allows me to be brutal, Forward, honest, controversial. Like grief that comes to all in time, Desperate are those in rhyme. What is fearful? What is truthful? You might find this very useful. Like greed that comes to all in time, Depravity suits those in rhyme. Now we can make your dreams come true, Find nightmares best to comfort you. Why we can make you look each way, You'd never guess you have no say. But there is a show that you must witness, Close your eyes and count to ten, yes. Try your best to spot the actress, See it with full accurateness. See a lion sense and scrape its cage, Amusing in its sanctioned rage. But can you feel now what has past? This civil play of untamed wrath. To see from only waxen glass, The other side of passing glance. To appertain ferocious heart, Awakened from a softened laugh. What is controlled and placed in cages, Bottle-fed and raised complacent, Does not leave much to be discussed, Suits only sink the lesser blood. Without a sky, can one believe Or comprehend fresh air to breathe? Or is it pure - down to the core - Locked in a cage yet wanting more. “Reading about how some poets use meter to contrast the seriousness of the subject, to make certain emotions acceptable to comprehend, and it reminded me of a lion in a cage.” December 17th, 2010