I beast of burden to great to bare,
as I hold you in cocoon,
retarding the flight due you.
Anchor you down
head below water,
with no way to air.
Last of breath,
with no room
to breathe.
Weed that chokes,
as flower fades,
scent diminished.
All these things
and more,
you face,
when in me,
you do face.
Slightest ray of sunshine,
barely be seen,
if there at all.
No meter could detect,
the hope
for the hopelessness,
if even there
to be seen.
Food and water for only two,
but third be on the ride.
Be the man and
feed the Lion's hunger,
so the remainder, they be saved.
