Beast of the Mind
It lies slumbering, deep in the crevasses.
Here in the perfect four of a kind family.
His flames engorge wildly within,
And so, unshaven, unclean, unruly, so strange.
This is a mind of many—not one.
The cracks sink deeper—ever expanding its grip.
All his sense of reasoning—flushed out
And so, the derangement of the beast is set loose.
It will haunt the futures of all who witness
The onset of the creature that only consumes.
All secure parental barriers shatter—utterly
Knowing it will never be capable, to hold itself back
From delving into the great seven sins
Like the devil’s fury, which burns all.
Unfortunately, all that would follow—the full effect
Would not be fully understood…
Till years later.
Copyright © David Ferguson | Year Posted 2017
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