Lion Mane - Poem by Lexy Sogl

Regret
Is a pleasure
For the
self-effacing

But you—
A lion mane
of hidden mistakes

Dormant, but aggravated
in this new-found territory
Awaiting
They day
They’ll pounce

But that sunrise won’t turn up
Forced to flee
They go
Where

They shouldn’t
Pride, gone
The lion
Nowadays

A mouse
Never understood
With no moves
written

Perhaps
That is
his new found requirement