The Animal Inside

[pandaa]

The primal beast rages,
snaps, furls, maddened by his cages.
He loves, he's happy, but he years
for a time that's constant, without concerns.
Never captures, his happiness is fleeting;
never lasting beyond a brief meeting.
Out of the shadows crawls the beast,
just when we thought the beast had deceased.
We face our problems with who we are,
and try to distance ourselves afar,
from the beast who plagues us day and night.
However, we must try with all our might.
Because while the beast will not go,
we must not feed him, so he cannot grow.

What are your thoughts? I wrote this when I was in an introspective mood in a darker part of my life, and it really summed up what I was feeling about the struggle between my inner desires and how I was acting in life.

[Sharon]

Thank you for sharing this Pandaa! I know that darker poems are sometimes harder to share because they are closer to our innerself and sometimes that terrifying because in a way you're exposing yourself.

A few things I would point out is in the third line you say "but he years" I think you may have meant to say "Yearns"? On the eight line it was a little distracting because you made the word deceased a verb... perhaps you meant to say "the beast was deceased"?

[nomad]

The primal beast inside us feeds on the darkness of our heart. Darker the darkness, bigger is the best.
I absolutely loved the imagery in the poem.