Living Under the Curfew

The beast inside is etherized, Patiently slumbering in a trance Hatching conspiracies of dark intent, Digesting the prospect of a secret break, Possessed and obsessed in its consuming intrigue. But the man outside lives happily And he thinks he keeps his pet securely on leash, Harmless as a bird, nestling in its cozy nest Bondage is as a barrack, easily subdued When the beast is suddenly awake By its wild instinct to break free From the life of a spoiled pet Bored, driven by lurking, insatiable thirst To quench his need for fresh flesh and warm blood Neither lash nor rod could hinder him His eyes zooming in on his target He starts to rise, run, leap and speed Like a shooting star licking distance at one strike, Sniffing time at one sniff. Taming the wild could last a while, But stopping its attack would be in vain. 20/04/2012 ©Atef Atyaoui