The beast is hungry
I can hear its moans,
Can feel its pain
as it cries and groans,
"Feed me please"
You know I can't,
"Feed me please"
It continues to chant,
Night and day
it pleads to me,
Every second of every day
it longs to be free,
For I have trapped this hunger
in the bowels of my soul,
Guarding it there
locked and under control,
With every off thought
I can feel it trying to climb,
Up from the dark
still after all this time,
I guess in due time
we can only hope to see,
Who will win the battle
between my will, and the hunger of the beast.
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Author:
Jack Cohen (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 28th, 2021 13:35
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments3
Very well expressed the conflicting thoughts one holds inside
Truly it’s a battle between will and hunger of beast
Keep writing and sharing your work dear poet
Hey thanks I appreciate it!
Yup, modernity dealing with biology.
Difficult struggle. Nice job👍🏼
showcased that eternal dialogue, poetic voice
really well, the duality of estranged oneness
captured, framed and explored..
an intriguing read,
thanks for sharing dear poet
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