Beast

They say any animal can be tamed…

I’m like a wild animal in a cage–

A tiger pacing, fearing, needing out, that is what his pains about;

How many times have I felt his claws tearing at my soul, trying to make a hole?

Escape, escape, that is is goal;

I look inside and see his eyes, blue, green, yellow swirls in a face of fiery whirls, trying to mesmerize…

His prison is one of flesh, blood and bone, like an incantation of sorcery from days of old;

His lair is within my heart, and once or twice he went without, ranging far and wide;

The havoc he wreaked was too dreadful to speak, bless his destructive tendancies…

He was a cub when I was young, purring in my ear;

Gentle, loving thing that he was, from whence did his rage come?

He used to lay meekly at my feet, now to rampage is what he seeks;

But, barbed wire and flowering vines keep him trapped inside my mind…

Nothing can tame my Beast but the touch of Beauties whose hearts he’ll someday eat…