The Beast Within

The complication of the unsettling Ball of rage racing in my chest Claws, like a voracious villain From the deepest insides of my ribs. In irritation, the rowdy lunacy Climbs out my throat into my mouth, Bitter with madness. But I can’t let it out any further. Then I hear the aggravating footsteps Of her heavy, lazy feet, While shutting my lips tight To keep the ball of rage from escape. Focusing my mind, imagining The consequences of releasing this monster into the truths of my reality. I, with great difficulty, Force it down, With cold sweat, neck hairs erect, Swallowing hard, but It stays lodged in my throat, Breathe, soothes my monster-taming brain. I let the air rushing in pressure him back down, And the boil simmers down slowly. The beast begins to settle down. I lean back to enjoy the feeling of relaxation That a mother feels when her continuously crying baby, Finally falls asleep. Suddenly, “GET DOWN HERE!!” she guffaws in a piercing pitch. With an explosive eruption the beast breaks out. Immediately I lose control as his anger breaks the chains loose. Like hot bubbling lava and black tar exploding from a volcano, The beast breaks free and emerges as a continuous Deadly, deep scream of bottled frustration. For so long the beast has been contained, And now that he finds the joy of release, He refuses to return inside. The beast’s screams echo in my room.