The Beast
Dedicated to the people who suffer or have suffered.
The claws are long,
And sharp like swords,
Their pointy tips,
For drawing blood.
The fangs are rare,
With it's golden glare,
It's blinding light,
And It's horrible stare.
It's all i saw,
The claws,
The fangs,
As it tore,
And ripped his skin apart.
The walls were speaking loud and clear,
βRun, run, disappearβ
The vases,
The mantle,
The lights,
The breeze,
We're telling me to run with speed.
I pass a chamber of broken dreams,
Buried and burnt with broken hearts,
And down the corner were tortured souls,
Clinging to hope and all they could hold.
Then finally i could see the door,
Five steps was all it was.
One step,
Two step,
Three step four,
Then the foul beast had me once more.
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Comments
Wow such a powerful write, such imagery. Love it, cause we all find this place just when we think we are free its then we are back there once again, great work friend much love,Β
I agree, thank you for reading.
Wow!! XO ANGEL!!β¦..the tension you've created here is quite powerful!!...especially for a short poetic narrative piece!!β¦.It reads VERY well aloud.....because you've done such a stellar job with your rhythm and timing...and the way you've broken your lines to help the overall formatting!!β¦..an excellent debut piece dear poet sister!!β¦...ALL STARS! & PINNED!!β¦..well conceived and BEAUTIFULLY delivered!!β¦...LOVE & ROCKETS!!β¦.Oh, and......WELCOME to COSMO!!β¦...smiles....T xoΒ : )
thank you for the warm welcome, and also the comment its nice to see my work being appreciated
Wowsers quite the poetic feat! great read!
thank you poetessdarkly
Wow the drama intensity of the story telling in your write is truly amazing. Absolutely loved it! xΒ
Liked pinned β !!
thank you so much for that.
" THE NATURE OF THE BEAST " within us, lays dormant. Until, emotion runs out of control. Until, breaking point is reached. Until, the end is not feared, but, natural instinct takes over.
To, make one return to what gives ultimate protection, as part of a will to survive. In, the scheme of " things " the civil order is adapted, to bring security and comfort, away from extreme danger. Actions ramming home advantages, of life preserving skills. There, but, for the grace of Gods intervention, to curb animal traits. By, means of attaching the soul to our cask. " The Primaevil " urge allowing faster judgement, and reaction, to threat. In all manner of ways. But, mainly violent tendency. Where, previous inhibitions are negated by history. And, a struggle, a long time before.
In, the answers to survival questions, is the means also to develop further. Returning to your roots, and paths through time, bring re-establishment with energies fit for all purposes. " The Breed " of the dominant strains, and genes, leaving none in doubt about capabilities to remain. And, to thrive. TO PROGRESS.Β :)
that was Beautiful thanks was it the poem that was inspiration or you just felt it was an opening to convey this?