I, the beast, that cry at the heart of a world -in disdain <br />That so solemnly and plainly doth dwell in pain: <br />To hurt one so in one’s core - <br />Where Love doth dwell evermore, <br />Amongst unsteady horizons of hope, <br />While thieves -one’s love- elope <br /> <br />Yet one can ne’er give in, <br />Lest not commit a sin <br />Upon view of one’s foundations <br />-Unknown of one’s frustrations: <br />Doth any mortal coil deem so drained of life <br />-As when upon the blade of Love’s knife? <br /> <br />Forced, one is, to cry with rain, <br />Torture, it is, to feel such pain <br />Releasing –such as the wind- a sigh <br />When Love’s time is s’posedly nigh <br />And all of Love pass on by: <br />Forgets and… goes awry! <br /> <br />Bring unto me, the beast, at the heart of a world- <br />One alone Upon my cursed throne. <br />How you will… Why you will… <br />In manner or reason no meaning’s beared <br />-This, I have now declared! <br />Bring to me, the beast, what I cannot grasp, <br />Bring to me, the beast, what I cannot have- <br />…Bring to me Love: So I may, at least, for once, hold it in my hands <br /> <br />If need be, I shall return it after … sigh.<br /><br />Aven Black<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-the-beast/
