There once was a man who lived a life of fleeing. He ran from the past and escaped by dreaming.
Looking for peace, searching for meaning; he bowed his head and took to reading.
He searched and he studied, grabbing at straws. Helplessly trying to find a reason for all of his flaws.
So at last the man looked within himself, and was frightened by what he saw.
The humanity he thought he felt was nothing; had never been there at all.
Through his frightened gaze there was much that could be learned.
It seemed he had finally found the prize for which he yearned.
He found not a man, but a beast inside. The animal he had tried in vain to hide.
All was well however, have no fear.
The man may have feared the beast, but the beast was there to unleash his fear.
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The Beast Inside
PoetryThis poem means a lot to me. I wrote this during... a painful moment in my life. I was at a crossroads between love and hate. When I wrote this, I picked hate. The Beast was made up of all my frustration, my anger, my pain... but in the end, it set...
