I have an animal
he carries no name
no shape no figure,
no mass no weight
more dearer to me,
than my own shadow
but do I love him?
I chew on this.
He is so wild,
hardly tamed
so always I,
hold its chains
Lest it run free
in the crowd
and devour its prey
And at times,
you can see
Blood,
dripping from its eyes
when the evil soul
captures its heart
in rage
it wants to burst
ready to pound
any piece of flesh,
laying around
I pats his head,
to subdue him
conquered,
he whimpers in vain
But I fear,
he'll start disobeying
as with passing years,
he grows stronger
Hence,
FIRMER, I make my grip.