Beasts

Wild beasts - remorse, regret and

Dejection - in my chest

Scream for her resurrection

And never come to rest

They grapple with each other,

They battle through the day,

Under night's mossy cover

They struggle all the way:

There's polar bear of sorrow

There's the grey wolf of loss

There's lion of rage - they burrow,

And scream, and bite, and toss -

They screech, they claw, they fight, and

They never will desist.

And I will die most likely

Torn up by wild beasts.