Poem From a Sage Called Phileo.
The Beast in Me
The birth of man is a day of joy.
He grows up facing the world of Toil.
He found a love but couldn't show her who he his.
He spoke in parables but his love couldn't understand.
Blind in love,she couldn't see the beast in him.
The way looks toil, the road thin like a rail,
he works day and night to protect his love.
But all he receives is abuses and lust.
He kept mute and smiled suppressing the beast in Him.
Making her blind to see the beast in him.
He transforms to the beast in secret.
He cries bitterly in secret.
But all she never knew.
He laugh in the public like a human but cries in secret like a beast.
This is the beast in me.
Sage Phileo