Beast of burden
stands tall
upon my back, menacing
lashing with steely regret
tempered in anger,
chilled by apathetic time.
Forced on, slave to his whip
grudgingly trudge across paths
to glory,
and march un-triumphantly toward
an empty parade
and Guest of Honor
at the worm's buffet.
Letting go, I fell into
myself
and learned truth within
and in time realized,
I, not the beast,
held the reins to my demise.
I looked into the light
and was granted strength
as the path ahead was revealed.
Still, we marched
as I bore the beast,
and his eternal burden,
down his empty path, by choice
Arrogance blinds him, however
to the awesome power that is my will
fooled by my submission, he grows content
and realization fails him,
as he basks in dreams of dominance,
that I only escort him to his doom.
I carry him with devotion,
only to cast him into Hell,
to burn forever, reeking of
sour brimstone,
and cancerous lies.
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Written June 12th, 2004
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within each of us lies that beast...
wheather it overwhelmes us or not
is the question...
for it is we that make that choice!
Interesting perspective.
yet within this lies wisdom.
I did enjoy this!
Keep penning on one stroke at a time!
Bill -
That is so true. You hold the power and strength in your hands along to slaughter that beast. It is up to you on how to use that power.
I really enjoyed this. It opened my eyes to something about myself that I been trying to figure for a long time. Thank You.
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is true...the beast can be slayed...but sometimes...he slays you
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ahhhh...and we all have some beast of burden that clings to our backs. I really liked the metaphors you used in this piece...very nice imagery!
UB
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whooooo... this is true... I know how this one is... Bravo hun.
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