He does not fight,
He does not roar,
He does not stampede
or scream.
He only lies,
spent,
As the crowd murmurs
“ooh,” “ah,”
Do they clap
For him?
Or for God?
I do not know.
Just that today,
There will be no flowers waiting.
No meadow,
No shady, quiet grove
No care for a beast
Who wishes
Not to fight
Not to roar
Not to stampede
Or scream
Who wishes only,
In his innocence,
For humanity
Your writing has a way of making me feel like I’m having a conversation with a close friend It’s so genuine and relatable