David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

The Beast Within


In all of us, a beast lays waiting,
in the dark part of our soul.
It waits in the shadows
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  • Not a member No 6 (6/19/2007 2:03:00 PM)

    Must be the season of the beast. I've just written Restless River on a very similar theme! l Enjoyed this different perspective. (Report) Reply

  • Marci Made (6/19/2007 11:43:00 AM)

    I don't want this beast in me, , , , I'd rather it be the spirit of a kind soul and loving one that is able to overcome this dreadful beast you write of, which is one of the reasons that this journey we are on is called 'earth' and not 'heaven.'..well thought out write.....Let the caged beast free say I, gone from one and all.....marci.xo (Report) Reply

  • Soul Writer (6/19/2007 5:16:00 AM)

    Your Poem has the same title as mine and the same feeling and story, very interesting to see different conceptions. Read mine and see the similarities (Report) Reply

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