Sometimes I get so angry inside – I feel my tiger pulling at me.
my savage beast rages against the pain i feel.
I calm the beast. yet their are those that stoke the the coals of pain…
I’d only wish that they’d refrain.
I walk my beast each day along the road we walk, troubled by its range and pain it staggers beside me insanely.
we walk together side by side towards the yellow-orange horizon. feet and paws patter as we tread the sands of time.
softly for a while, before accute pain stirs my companion into fits of rage.
i calm the beast. yet there are those that will not yield.
sometimes i stop and look into its eyes, this cats life is mine to hide.
i see its lifelong pain and sense theirs more to gain.
sometimes it bleeds along the way, and I hold its paw when it screams. it shievers like a feever sometimes and i hold it down firmly on the sand as it shakes and repeats.
i hear it fight internal insight, as it tears apart my lonely heart in its terrible anguish.
Why does things harm it so dearly, my friend my tiger, my lifelong thing – why does it not stop bleeding?
My tiger’s with me each day as I go, its here to show me my friends from foes.
My tiger’s with me each day as i go.
its here to tell me
so i Know
