My Beast

[InsertNameHere]

Just started writing and this came out. I am not much of a poet just got started for some reason and it was something I dabbled with in highschool. Never really got into it completly, but kinda enjoyed it then. I don't really like the ending I wanted to put that I would kill it but that is contradictory because it is a part of us that we need at least sparingly. Well just my little contribution hope you enjoy it. Have a good day everyone.

My Beast

It is without form.
A blob of gelatanious muck.
It knows no pity, remorse or empathy.
It knows only craving.

It thirsts

It talks to me and tells me I thirst.
It says that feeding it will fix everything.
It make promises, pronounces illusions as truths.
Everything it says is to relieve its thirst.

It hides.

It knows that I cannot see it yet.
But it knows I am looking,
So it crawles into deep places and conceles itself.
From there it whispers, doubt, hate and deceptions.

It Lies

It Shreiks belittlements and accusations.
It sometimes even whispers encouragments.
It drums demands in a resounding deep voice.
Everything it says is to relieve its thirst.

It grows

It lives within me and I have been feeding it.
It grew with each feeding.
It is immense now, towering over me.
But it is without form and cannot move.

My Beast

I have given it a name.
I am building a cage for it.
It fears this, it fears loosing control, starving, diminishing.
It will suffer and I will be the cause of it.

[WhySoSerious]

I like it!

[laconicsa]

Excellent poem.
I can relate.

[laconicsa]

Excellent poem.
I can relate.

[newby1961]

Building a cage for it by working the steps and going to meetings. Yip Yip