Beast - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Beast

A stunted troll
Lashing out against
Ever-present
Imaginary enemies
Hiding around every corner,
Each interaction a struggle
To the death for dominance.
A gaping void at his core
Sucks all the energy out of
Anyone around him,
Leaving shriveled husks
Scuttling to and fro tending to
The bloated beast that
Is never satiated.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer