Prison; A Deep Pain Poem by Mike Christie

Wake up in the morning and pack all your gear,
knowing you're better, have nothing to fear.
The prarie it calls, the Lions you're game,
anything for the kill, have nothing to shame.
You enter the prarie, the Lion it runs,
you must hit your target, even though more Lions run.
You seek for the hunt, although it could be the end,
might be the last time you enter the prarie again.
The excitement within can't be posponed again,
You find yourself chasing the Lion your friend.
Jumped from behind, the Lion has caught you,
It's teeth peirce your skin, the images haunt you.
Drags you deep within it's den,
trying to find a way out again.
You see your chance and start to run,
you'd better beware, for away shouts the cubs.
The Lion comes back, and grabs you once more,
locked up you must stay, in the Lion's adore