Lion’s Den.

Dead skin,
Dig and trim
The lifeless edges of every soul I own
To Mother Earth, pick up the phone,
Intervene and rescue the child of your own
Which you abandoned to the so-called life to pound on and to the predators to prey upon,
“Distinctive are the sufferers whom their relief is an aim to pursue,”
said the earth with a motherly tone.
Where are you then?
I was thrown in a lion’s den
Don’t you owe me a lot for the shoot you have shot?
It’s like you forgot?
YES.
I am the prey and you are the one to blame for that sick game.
You believed that would me steadier but immobilized and traumatized
Is what I have come to be?
Can’t you see what life has done to me?
Intervene Mother Earth and save me...pick me.