The Beast Poem by Hannah Elizabeth Martin

The echoes;
So distant but near.
So close;
...close...
As if I'm being choked with every breath.
I hear it within me...
demonic and fearful.
The cry;
The shrieks;
Oh God, I fear the Beast!
It lives in the depths of my being;
Poisoning all of my senses.
It tears at me;
Breaking me,
...until I'm nothing,
... n o t h i n g...
But a broken soul in need of His mending.