Existing In-between A leader of the pack……A mighty lion was I. All time, wants, and needs……given for my pride. Great battles and dreams……unfold on the lines, But only enduring……exists between times. But change……life does deem. Now I’m……the in-between. A lion without roar……a leader no more. The mane I grew……with such jubilee, is but a twisted mess……for all to see. The once powerful paws……I stand upon. Only scratch at a life……already gone. The shadows hold me……but for awhile. Soon I’ll be set free, to the realm……of used-to-be’s. So promise not to cry, For once……a mighty lion was I. |