this poem was written when I was in and out of hospital, my son was at school and was told to write about what he feels.
My Fierce Snarling Tiger
Inside me there is my
fierce snarling tiger
that lives inside my magical brain
who tells me what to do
Its feelings are to make me permanently angry
During the never ending day.
My anger waits for me
Its waiting for the right time to leap out and pounce
on the next cold-hearted person.
The tiger in me rips apart
the cold-hearted person by using really bad words
the tiger shows me what he can do
Inside my head as he controls my body.
When I am worried,
that my mum is going to the hospital,
my fierce snarling tiger lets loose,
wanting to pounce
making me aggressive ....
conflicting with my friends,
who sometimes stand by me.
When I am thinking
of exotic things instead of hell,
he plays his anger on my memories
I think of my mum as the fierce snarling tiger falls asleep.
At night
when I am sleeping soundless my fierce snarling tiger twists
me backwards and forwards
As it planning when to attack
The next victim.
My fierce snarling tiger
Is the colour of fire as Guy Fawkes comes to his death,
Yet my fierce snarling tiger is as black as a dark hole.
As my eyes start to fall into another world. My fierce snarling tigers eyes
Are as green as the grass swinging from side to side.
My fierce snarling tiger
finally wears out after an exhausting day,
with bags on its eyes
The fierce snarling tiger helplessly falls asleep.
