The Beast

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.

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