Its like a drug
And I can't escape its grip
No matter how hard I try
I can't stop it
No one can see that
Its taking control of me
But I'm afraid you'll all see
Whats its turning me into
The monster I've become
Its like a drug
And I thought I'd gotten free
But I can see it
Deep inside my soul
Like a weight on my heart
Or darkness hiding in my soul
I thought I killed the beast
I prayed that Jesus had driven it away
I hoped you'd tamed the demon
But there is sits waiting, taunting me
threatening over take me again
And I can feel it rising now
This anger
This Rage
The thing I fear that is deep inside
And I just pray its never loosed
On my friends
On my Family
But most of all
That I wont hurt my love
Its like a drug
And I'm addicted
To this anger
buried deep inside
Author notes
SO I wrote this a couple weeks ago,and I let my girlfriend read it but I added and changed some of it...it wasn't that good to begin with and now its just...well if you've read my poems you know what I think of them
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Loved the opening title. Really has an attraction to it. The beginning of the stanzas, opening line being the title adds a nice touch to the poem. As well as a nice flow. I rather enjoyed the first stanza. I can't escape its grip...I can't stop it...Its taking control of me...The monster I've become. Very nice. Loved how you express the feeling of it, the emotion. The second stanza, alluring, and yet very deceiving. How you state I 'thought' I killed the beast...But there it sits waiting, taunting me. Very nice. Ending was very nice as well. How you state the title once more, and then you tell that it's to this anger buried deep inside. Lovely job if I may say so.
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