Son Of The Raging Tiger

Warrior Poet…

Son of the raging

Tiger

 

Provoked

By the scent

Of anticipation

 

Roaming

In the abyss

Of all excuse

 

Preying

On all wasted time

And wasted lies

 

Stalking

The foreign crevices

Of each denial

 

Devouring

In the end

   —what you fear the most

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

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