Truth Is Poetry
Panther
By: Craig A. M. Goines
Through the still of the night,
I live in a jungle called life.
Falling in in out of love,
Yet staying in a panthers' site.
I move like a snake and creep like a wolf.
Sleeping in the day, and stilling hearts by the night.
This panther,
This friend had given me its heart.
And little did I know,
I was tearing it apart.
I live for the hunt,
Not knowing I was the pray.
In the sites of a panther,
Who stayed close every day.
Years go by and yet the panther is still there.
It lives close by,
So when I rest there's no fear.
Too old to hut,
I find a good heart.
I make it my home and pray that it doesn't fall apart.
One day I turned to the panther itself.
Looked into its eyes and saw a beautiful heart.
Too old to hunt now,
How come I never knew?
And the panther replied,
Because I kept a distance from you.
To love from afar,
It must have been hard.
The pain I can see,
And all thanks to me.
My panther and I still stay close,
And in our hearts our hunt will grow.
