Beasts

Wild beasts - remorse, regret and
Dejection - in my chest
Scream for her resurrection
And never come to rest

They grapple with each other,
And as they've done before
Under night's mossy cover
They struggle all the more:

There's polar bear of sorrow
There's the grey wolf of loss
There's lion of rage - they burrow,
And scream, and boil, and toss -

They screech, they claw, they fight, and
They never will desist.
And I will die most likely
Torn up by wild beasts.