It has not pounced yet
but i am afraid
i think it feeds
every now and then
or then just feeds
as i look away
and i am afraid

some time in conversation
or glances of passion
from table of emotions
i think it feeds
and i am afraid
i have not seen it
or felt it growl and paw
but its eerie presence
in my very essence
and i am afraid

afraid to look in
afraid to face my sin
afraid to light the fire
hidden, it grows in desire
open and let me free
says amidst me
on serene life's stage
the caged beast of rage.