All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
The Elder (Cat of the Hills)
December 26, 2011
"Lay his heart to rest on a cot,
Leave it screaming and beating
At those white walls of skin
That can barely hold his sin in."
I am a wounded animal,
And I want my warm, dark cave
To fold my frame into,
So that I can curl up and fall through.
But my home's been taken by Lot,
Where his daughters are eating
Salt from their mother's hand,
And dreaming of a hard-by land.
Our tales are twisted in moral,
So much the same, save
I ate but a bother,
While you laid down your own father.
Similar Articles
Previous Next
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
