SoldiersWolf

Imagine a box. A glass box. One might be thinking to themself what a strange box that from all angles and sides is opaque and dark. You don’t know what’s inside. One might think it’s none of their business and be repulsed by the unknown. A curious individual might begin tapping on the walls or even put their ear up to the box to get a feel or sense to make a guess or prediction as to the contents. Most will probably become bored when they find there is no reaction. Though on the other side is something pacing, slowly, and silently. There is something there... behind the one way looking glass. If one is either curious enough or through sheer dumb luck finds the window switch… Well, they’ll come face to face with cool, measured, and calculating eyes. Eyes that belong to a trapped Tiger in a cage of tempered glass. This Tiger has been analysing you from the very moment you stepped into the room. To the many that walked away, The Tiger ignored them to take a nap to dream about

Edge of The World I have traveled to the farthest reaches, Of my known world, Where I can walk no more. Shuffling side to side like a crab on this plane. I step back and sit down, To the endless expanse that is the ocean. There is no progress ahead that I see. Hindering half the sun’s rays, Clouds lazily drift above, Forecasting, somewhat gray. My mind is clearer, My body is slower, Nothing to do, But close my eyes and wait. But, the waves arouse me, Swirling against the sandy shore. I stand and answer that siren's call, With eyes forefront, body tingling and electrified. My languid gait possessed, Chilled to the ankles, A warning ignored. Pushed and pulled in, Drawn ever closer, To my shins and now my knees. Wet and colder, below the waist. But, the sun is on my shoulders. I'm ok. Rocking, struggling, and stumbling. Gasping, panicking, and shocking. Crashes a wave against my chest. It's chilling, it's freezing, it's breathtaking. I’m surrounded. Ducked down low, Weight dropped