Wild Heart

i get bored quite easily in a relationship. i want to be good.

The tiger stirs.

Ready to jump out of the cage of my chest.

Once sleeping contently, now awake and hungry.

Hungry for some raw...

emotion.

Some excitement at least.

All the fun is the chase,

dead prey isn't fun if you prolong

the meal.

Methodically feeding tiny scraps to maintain life,

but boredom conquers.

Temptation breaks down the bars capturing the spark

long snuffed out.

Merely a mirage of happiness, only accepting.

Imagination cannot thrive on simply 

life alone.

The soul craves,

a feast of creativity and vitality.

So much more.

A tiger does not mate with a koala bear,

nature won't allow it.

Why then, will the heart let itself not be true?

Forcing love into a hypnotic state,

my tiger cannot help, but

break free.

Reviews

[Mason]

I can definitely relate to this poem. I like it! ^^