The Beast
Hurry up chips, can’t be late
Home at six for ready plate
Bruises fade but memories stay
A new one added everyday
Oh God the door
Please no more
Footsteps come
Urge to run
Beast returns, anger starts
How did this thing once steal my heart?
Force a smile, taste the bile
Desperate to run a mile
Name calls
Through drunken brawls
Must resist
Feel his fist
A mark from hand
An iron brand
Swipe of arm, head meets door
Fire of pain, hit the floor
Flash of steel, the red spreads
Twisting
Twisting
Till it’s dead.
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Baited Lines - A collection of Poetry (Atty Awards 2012)
PoetryMy selection of ten poems, submitted for the Atty Awards, some thought provoking, others humorous. I grew up reading A. A. Milne and Edward Lear, and they have both been a big influence in the poetry I write. It's been quite a challenge to diversify...
