The Beast In Me Poem by John Smith

In its cage it swells with anger,
wanting nothing more than to feed.
Oh how I fear the hidden danger,
that lurks inside of me.

I know the beast is hungry,
I can feel the hunger pangs.
I try my best to fight it,
but it's just a waiting game.

It never fails to reawaken,
to fitfully break lose of it's chains.
My mortal mind is overtaken,
and the creature has full rein.

So lock your doors and windows,
perhaps that will buy you some time.
Now I'm losing grip,
as I begin to slip.
The beast I can no longer bind.