You never left me

Parents

Separated
Children
Sent, away
Others
Stray
Out of sight
To fight

A living
Misery
Seemingly
Very, very
Wrong
Everything gone!

Life
Isn’t
Right
Past
Insight

A loner
Bi Polar
Without
Medication
To boarder
Needs
Sedation
Any
Mind
Filling
Stimulation
Annulling
His
Sensations
Could
Cause
Dramatic
Fanatic
Inflation

Bi Polar stumbles on
The children’s prison
Sensing
Grieving
He plans on
Just
Leaving
Until
Still…

He remembers
A daughter
Once
Close
Loving
Her most

She could be in there!

No moments
For despair
Thinking
Stay here!

The guards
Had no time
To even move
Due to
BP’s smooth
Psychotic
Grooves
Twenty or more
Everyone
Sore

Then a familiar
Voice
His preference
Of choice
Follows
Her energy
Vibe
Straight to
The completely
Terrified
He always knows
Where to go
A cold dungeon
Damp and dark
Below
Her voice
Speaks
Piercing
Miseries
Noise
Annoyed

Kicking
Through
Doors
Its kids
Galore!

So!
Everyone goes!

Through
The front
Hanging
Smashed
Doors

Not one kid
Left back
A successful
Manic
Attack

On horse and saddle
This group traveled
Through fields
And thickened
Forest
Tundra lies
Just before
Dust
Under the African stars
Light
Fills bright tonight
Keeps them
In
Tight
Then a spot
Thought
Right
For
The night

These kids could be the life of him
He doesn’t want a goddamn thing

Kiss
Hug
Your horses
Thank you
Helps them feel
A little less
Cranky

Tears
Back
Remorse
Using
All
His energy’s force

Through jungles in the pouring rain
Not to mention the constant strain
Requiring no attention
These kids never complain

The group finds a stray
On their pathway
He strolled through
Like a snoop
Too

Can we keep him!?

He lost his kin
So
We let him in

BP’s eyes
Circle like the flies
Thinking
Something
Is shorthand
He understands

A lion cub
Brought these kids
Lots
Of
Love

Up the trail a ways
Trouble turns in the haze
Pounds and more
Put on this pack
An Awful
Roar!
Then once more!

The size of a Lincoln town car!
Biggest animal
He ever saw

A beast of pride
We should really
Try to hide

He could
Definitely
Kill
With
Chills

Deciding pride
Quiet in grace
In his daughter’s pretty little face
Cried
For his side

She never moved a muscle
With plenty of reasons
To scuffle
Then
Lionesses
Joined in
Gaze
With Lincoln
His daughter
Held strong
He seemed to listen
Like she belonged
With him

(A whisper)
He is not a pet!
Cub is our friend
You need not fret
We mean
No harm
Please
Call off
The alarm

Creating smiles
On each face
Lasting awhile
For an awkward
Space

To find the mothers!
Cried another

Group to group
They’ll show
Us
A better
Route

Lincoln
Lead the pack
He knows
The best ways
To track

Then suddenly
A chemical
Imbalance
Hits BP
Rapidly
As if, in
A trance

She must be near
It’s been
Thirteen years

Since
Sharing
Words
Kind sincere

Now BP
Is talking to the birds
He has forgotten
Words
Sounds
More
And
More
Disturbed

What are you doing here!?

Your story isn’t quite clear!

Are those your horses?

Have you…?

Any other resources

BP looks back
Was there an attack?

I’m not well…
Somebody…
Please…
Tell…

BP never even came close
To the children’s post 
An unconscious
Decision
To
Steal
Horses
And
Head for
The coast
And live
A ghost
Now
Sits in, a
Roast
With
Mother
The most
Up, real
Firm…
And close

No lions
No kids
No heroic 
Adventure
Just
Another painted
Pathetic
Depressing
Picture

Delusion
Stir
Confusion

In my
Mind
I know
She’s
Fine
I miss
Her…
All the time