The Beast
Deep within my soul is a ferocious beast,
The more people push me the more I think of
a stupendous feast.
Down to the core I am rotten,
Is it possible I could be the next Mary Cotton?
People say I write with such anger
I try to give my problem to the King that was
born in a manger.
Has He forgotten me?
Is it possible for me to be truly free?
©Deborah Seale Miller 1/25/2007
Copyright © Deborah Seale | Year Posted 2023
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