Beast
This poem I really like how it is. I think i'ts one of my favorites i've written. Quite possibly my favorite. Um, it's kinda grisly, but honest.The Beast
Angela Mason
There is a beast that dwells inside
His figure unseen by the best of eyes
He prances to he prances fro
Where he is I never know
Not a beast of kindly sort
His dangers still are hard to thwart
Small and quiet at his best
He never leaves me quiet rest
With gentle voice he softly yells
Soundlessly screaming voluptuous swells
My right hand he commands to grab
The horrid utensil with which i stab
He loves to see my own blood flow
His desires are base his desires are low
At every chance he infects my brain
Tells me that my fights in vain
Who is this beast that dwells inside
This beast is I, the one who cries.
posted by Angela @ 8/21/2006 11:49:00 PM
1 Comments:
This is a good one. Have you ever read "The Screwtape Letters"? It is an interesting look at the mind of a demon and how the demon tries to influence the human he is assigned to...this reminded me of the book. We have a spiritual war being waged for our minds and souls that we can't see or truly understand. You captured it well with this poem.
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