Poetry in Pain

Poetry in Pain

 

THE BEAST IN ME MAMA CRIED WHEN FIRST I LIED THEN BEGAN TO BERATE AND LOOT HER. WHAT CAN ONE SAY WHEN GOING THAT WAY? DEEPER AND DEEPER I GO; TILL ALL THAT'S LEFT IS JUST SHOW, AND NOT EVEN I KNOW THE DIFFERENCE. THE FIGHT OR FLIGHT WITHIN HOLDS ME LIGHT AT BAY; NOT GIVING IN TO THE BEAST WITHIN; YET, NOT FIGHTING HARD TO ABATE HER. HOLD ON TIGHT, DON'T GIVE UP ON ME. FOR IT'S THROUGH YOUR LOVE I DEPEND. I WILL CLING TO WHAT'S RIGHT WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT; UNTIL ONCE AGAIN I FIND THE STRENGTH WHICH YOU LEND. I WILL GRAB ON WITH MIGHT TO THE LIGHT; AND THERE FIND THE STRENGTH TO GIVE IN. by; m.c.jensen