festering wounds of
regret, abuse, a
malnutrition of soul.
Rabid, feral emotions
caged, THE BEAST WITHIN.
‘Tis a harbouring of shame
lest ridiculed for thy beliefs.
‘Tis of territorial means
boundaries there be.
Savage, THE BEAST WITHIN
escape it seeks. Growls of
impatience, guttural moans
of captivity; mournful
wails – freedom seeked.
Crooning approach,
a slight of hand;
THE BEAST WITHIN
may peace be granted
to thee. Away, dear one
and might thy be swift
and agile as thy long
to be.
©️PSA 23/9/21.
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