My Pet Tiger

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


"My Pet Tiger" Tiger growling in my ear,

Saying words I shouldn't hear.

Make sure that no one's near

When you tear away my fear.

I show my skin, you withdraw your claw,

As blood runs down I stare in awe.

My arm is ribbons, red and raw,

The meanest tiger I ever saw.

Scars like stripes. My eyes have dried,

my stare is glued, eyes open wide.

Red paint trickles down the side,

My wounds are getting hard to hide.

You brush your fingers down the streak,

You wipe your eyes and try to speak.

You ask me how I could be so weak,

My eyes mimic yours and start to leak.

Your sorrow switches to mere disgust,

I quickly start to lose your trust.

All my hopes soon fade to dust,

I shouldn't lie, but I feel I must.

The tiger grins, because he’s won,

I know his game has just begun.

My arms feel like they weigh a ton,

My spool of ribbion has come undone.

I know there’s nothing I can say,

To keep you here another day.

I wish I could have made you stay.

I wish you'd never gone away.

I know it’s too late for regrets,

Keeping these tigers as my pets.

It’s not your fault, so please don’t fret,

You say farewell, but never forget.


Submitted: July 02, 2018

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