The Panther Inside

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The Panther Inside

Opening myself to the person I am....

Looking into the panthers eyes....

Walking in blindly and welcoming the only thing I know is right.....

As I shift into the night with only passion and prey on my mind.....

As the blood lust takes over.....

I see my prey.....

Moving slowly in the shadows.....

Watching....

Waiting.....

As my hunger beats at me as blindly as the shadows I walk in....

One last thought as I feel my heart start to race.....

The chase is on.....

Lunge after lunge...

Heart beating faster and faster.......

UNTIL..........................

Everything is black and I can feel the blood in my mouth.....

My thirst quinched and hunger is no longer...

Til my next hunt I will be watching and waiting in the shadows looking for the one that will suffice and can tame the wild beast inside me.....

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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