there is a beast
that lies in a poet
it ***** the emotion
out of me
its face i can hardly see
pain was its great feat
i am his for the taking
love, he had been making
but was it really love?
the beast made me blind
to the pain i cant find
a tragic bind
the beast
renders me lost
afraid and broken
however,
love from it
was something i always sought
(b.d.s.)
thanks for the reception on my last poem!!