going to the den
the beasts almost ate me
just because I thought they loved me.
Hurt, scratched
came back disillusioned
wearing the broken cloak
reminding me of the fierce.
Must be better equipped
mind organised
to face that at home
and those beasts.
Sick, mania, unsteady mood
I'm accused of
no one but myself
can prove I'm not
not even the man who sleeps, eats, walks, living with me
supports me
is it simply he closes his eyes, shuts his ears
or doesn't want to admit what he sees, what he listens in me.