The poem below was inspired by a friend who is also a brilliant writer. They gave me voice and I'm grateful.
Have you ever yearned for release?
Needed it badly?
No, not want – NEED.
The minutes on the clock a marching army.
You cannot go.
You cannot come.
Sandwiched between two layers of fur.
Imprisoned by an iron rod.
Yet at the mercy.
The army never invades.
Does pressure fade?
How does 1,000 miles an hour make one day so slow?
The tiger watches me.
So does the panther.
Yes! Just like them.
Waiting to be unleashed.
What don’t you understand about need?
What can I say?
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is it just me or am i looking at this poem in an interesting perspective...
I cannot answer your very good question because we don't know what your interesting perspective is! :)
dirty minded perspective..
... you are wise. That is absolutely one direction...