The Beast

The Beast It comes after you in a rage of fire No matter how you may feel displeased It makes the situation become dire Because it has not been appeased It will tear at you with pain Until all you do is give it what it wants And though it is peace you may gain It will just come back and give you haunts Its power grows and grows, you can’t fight You try to control it, but that doesn’t work You may keep it together, keep yourself tight But you hear the voice, “Put down the fork” And you set it right down, letting yourself rumble Because the voice in your head has you on lock until you crumble Written on January 9, 2020