The Beast

February 22, 2018
By fxcai BRONZE, New York, New York
fxcai BRONZE, New York, New York
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There is a creature that     

rules the skies.     
Hovered over, like a     
wild beast, taunting     
so wild, so irritating.    
Watching me. My
sluggish steps. Scorching
inside and out. Blazing hot

Is it all worth it?

This sensation,
flowing like invincible tears.
I am drowning in a river
of sweat.

My cries of heat grow louder.
Shrieks grow into
I am the real beast.

The author's comments:

This is a metaphorical poem that i wrote in a time of duress. I personified the stress I was under at school using the "creature". At the end of the poem, the reader realizes that the "creature" or the "beast" is myself; I am the one who accepts the pain and exerts it upon myself. Therefore, I am my own beast. In essence, we are our own monsters and I think that says something about self-control and learning to control our own monsters so that we can be our best selves.

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