the whiphand never sleeps
All I ask of me
is to do my best
whith the tools
in my rattling
box of toys
In the jungle
the lion sleeps tonight
but out here
on treeless hot savannah
the hyenas are circliing
just outside
the rim of light
I do my best
but the gnawed holes
in my torn up breast
show, leaking still
that in the book
of the hyenas
my effort was
barely skin deep
I'll soon lay down
done with
all effort
at peace
I think
at peace
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2009-11-11 at 13:15
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But not good enough
All I ask of me
is to do my best
whith the tools
in my rattling
box of toys
In the jungle
the lion sleeps tonight
but out here
on treeless hot savannah
the hyenas are circliing
just outside
the rim of light
I do my best
but the gnawed holes
in my torn up breast
show, leaking still
that in the book
of the hyenas
my effort was
barely skin deep
I'll soon lay down
done with
all effort
at peace
I think
at peace
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
Read 722 times
Written on 2009-11-11 at 13:15
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