That Wretched Beast - Poem by Jason Petersen
Uninspired by layers of life, that tangle my brow in deeper, aching furrows.
A knotted brow that shows, conceals, an angry heart and shaking bones, that grind and grate in the untamed furnace that is my rage.
Day to day my growing expression peels through the layers of uninspired life, revealing a growl in the gut of my brow.
The abominable frustration that cages my spirit, feasts on my rage, ...like some free-loading junkie that's hooked on my soul.
That wretched beast who clenches my fist, and hardens my voice from a gentle spring shower, to a storm wrapped in thunder, I beseech you for peace.
Angrier still at the twist of my fate, that holds me responsible for the pains I endure, that takes me a sucker and sits me on my face.
A moment inspires me to hold less my anger, to feed on the beast, and soften my brow.
The uninspired layers now shed and revealing, a moment now passed that felt different inside.
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