Hannah Elizabeth Martin
The Beast - Poem by Hannah Elizabeth Martin
So distant but near.
As if I'm being choked with every breath.
I hear it within me...
demonic and fearful.
Oh God, I fear the Beast!
It lives in the depths of my being;
Poisoning all of my senses.
It tears at me;
...until I'm nothing,
... n o t h i n g...
But a broken soul in need of His mending.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
The Beast is metaphorical for sin entering a person's heart and mutilating all that was good until it destroys the person little by little.
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