Outwardly calm, relaxed and at peace
Inside rips and tears the claws of the beast.
What can I do but survive day to day
While within — my soul begins to fray.
It’s not the temptation of evil or sin
but the Beast breaking out deep from within.
It’s not evil I feel, but hatred and rage.
It must be contained but hard to gauge.
I’ve learnt to control the animal that dwells deep inside.
Because from him I cannot run and hide
Instead of fearing this rage I use it as strength
It gives me power and pride and I use it at length.