The Zoo
By C. Jyl Parker
I dreamed a lion ate my heart,
While caged within a zoo.
And other beasts were waiting there
To eat parts of me, too.
They’d taken all my insides out,
I couldn’t figure why,
But I was sure their system
Wouldn’t work, and I would die.
They said I was their guinea pig
And couldn’t leave at all.
Forever would my tin heart tick
Behind their iron wall.
About the Creator
C Jyl Parker
Starting from the fairy stories and poems of childhood, I've always had an interest in the fantasy, adventure and science fiction worlds. Although I've done a lot of writing over the years, I've published only a few short stories and poems.
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A telegram to Little Me
I acquired a magical souvenir; it was a realisation. By taking an impulsive trip to Thailand, I awarded myself the chance to have it. You are our own gift shop. You choose the opening times, you choose the stock. They are the very nature of wisdom, realisations. One could say we collect them and form a magnificent portfolio entitled Experience. And that's why we do the majority of things we do. But travelling is the act most generous in the offering of experience, the gift shop with the best stock. We go on the hunt for experiences, daring ourselves to be stimulated in new ways, by new flavours. To sweat, swim or shiver in the waters of new challenges. To hear new sounds, learn novel outlooks, and relish as hinges creak with unknown doors opening in our hearts and minds. This realisation and the flourishing effect it had upon me made Thailand my best trip yet. All this realisation consisted of was merely a stripped back epiphany of why we do these things. See new places, take new risks, seek refreshing distractions from all that we're tired of being familiar with.
By Konrad Krampa day ago in Wander
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Thank you! :-)
This was a satisfying read!