THE SWAMP LION

it is silence or quicksand?

you cannot breathe
the pain is…
there is a mysterious pain that strikes the soul

you think,
“if it hurts, then it exists,” and there you go
the owner of a painful soul

painful and colorful

a swamp lion
that you’ve never heard about
is lurking

its eyes red
its claws ready

it usually feeds on swamp fish
but as it sees you, your neck
your colorful soul...

millions of years ago you learned

to recognize
the moves of a beast that's about to attack you

you turn around, you see the red eyes
there is the swamp lion

should you scream?
or talk?

try and calm down the lion?
or remain silent, with a smile

defiant

perhaps, what about singing a song?
okay, then, but what song?

if only you had one of those swamp fish to throw the lion
instead of that colorful, painful soul

but that would be useless anyway
because what the swamp lion really wants
isn't the swamp fish
but your soul
painful, colorful

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Picture: Souls by reading_is_dangerous