Tiger

Here I am
Am not free
But I can see
I can feel the power

Am full of sorrow
But I’m too strong
I can behave
I have my pride

I roar loud
You will kill me
Before I kill you
That’s my fate
That’s why it is too late

I walk alone
Supple, lithe and agile
You are afraid
Because I look into your soul

You’ll meet me again
Behind the gilded cage
As you admire me
I’ll discover your very personal deep beauty

Written by Johannes Schneeberg

Category: Poems

Tags: english