The Beast

by Anna La Fleur   Mar 13, 2007


Day to day it's hard to see
Why this beast lives in spite of me
This part of me, it haunts me
Tears, rips, shred
With no regard for the tears I shed
Every part of me fills with dread
At the idea of this beast consuming
Me in all it's fuming
This thing inside me looming
Grooming my pain, my fear, my terror
Shear paranoia at my every error
One more piece of me breaks off every time I look in the mirror
This beast inside me, it cuts me, enjoys me
It eats me, destroys me
Takes everything I have and then it leaves me
To die in all of my emotion
I'm swimming in this ocean
Simply trying to rid myself of this notion
That I deserve this beating
With all that it's eating
Out and off of me, I'm heating
Up from my anger
Jumping off of this hanger
No more will I tolerate this anchor
Cutting into my skin, tearing me
Into pieces, scaring me
All this time without hearing me
One day i will break loose of this beast
I will end it's ongoing feast
This is what I hope for at least

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