The Lion Lies

Begging with your strong fingertips

You grasped into my vacant soul

For dear life

Your eyes screamed for my body

A stare so heavily

It burnt the clothes off my body

Reckless, you left my heart

My feelings, smelt out of fear

Like a lion feasts on its prey

Your innocent taste

Fools the mind

Not once,

Not twice,

But three times

You heard my vulnerability

As an alarm

Trapped in a cage, 

You locked me in

And ran away free

Injured just in time, 

You abandoned me

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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