Shrink, The Lion - Poem by Devon McElveen
Doctor: What seems to be the problem?
Me: I can’t get this vision out of my head.
Doctor: Could you tell me a little about this vision?
Me: It is of me holding hands with someone.
Doctor: A companion?
Doctor: A woman?
Me: No, a lion.
Me: The only thing is that the lion is a little different.
Doctor: I don’t understand, describe it to me.
Me: He is a majestic creature, one with glistening, golden fur.
He is large, and has a regal, heroic mane.
He is saddened, however, seeing as he is locked in a cage.
I go to touch his paw and he disdainfully allows.
The epitome of pride showing none of the sort.
He looks at me, no, looks through me and roars weakly.
He walks to the corner of the cage
And settles on the cold, metallic floor.
He roars again, almost as if trying to speak to me.
I understand him too.
Doctor: What does he say?
Me: I want to go home…
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