The Beast

Is the world determined to wake monsters?

They always seem to know which tune to play.

All they’ve conquered, like Alexander.

When mine wakes, the skin off their back’s, He’ll flay.

The monster inside is very fickle.

Some He will hurt, others let walk away.

My father attacked, with claws like sickles.

Why did he fight, I, his son, had no say.

Thankfully, the monster, once again chained.

But for how long? There’s no way of telling.

I tried my hardest to keep Him restrained.

But this monster, my soul He is selling.

There is no way out, no future in sight,

The Beast never peaceful, craving to fight.

There's not really much I can say about this except for I have no real idea exactly where that was going.

Idea wise, all I got was a predator.

Not really doing much for me. It was just words. Meaning not good, personally.

Unlike the last person to post a comment I thought this poem had great meaning behind it. I actually feel that I connect to this poem. I, unfortunetly, can be a very angry person. Sometimes I get mad very easily and I've had times where I've become uncontrollably angry and destroyed things and even kicked out of school for a day. I personally look at this poem as a description of a soft, gentle person who has an inner anger, an uncontrollable anger, which he wants to keep contained. I, fortunetly, have gotten better with my anger issues, but I still have to try very, very hard to keep myself from getting angery. Over all I thought this poem was great and makes the average person think.

Jacob

ScottieRAWR wrote:Is the world determined to wake monsters?

They always seem to know which tune to play.

All they’ve conquered, like Alexander.

When mine wakes, the skin off their back’s, He’ll flay.

The monster inside is very fickle.

Some He will hurt, others let walk away.

My father attacked, with claws like sickles.

Why did he fight, I, his son, had no say.

Thankfully, the monster, once again chained.

But for how long? There’s no way of telling.

I tried my hardest to keep Him restrained.

But this monster, my soul He is selling.

There is no way out, no future in sight,

The Beast never peaceful, craving to fight.

I second to disagreeing with the first reviewer. This was very nice. I like it a lot; especially those first two lines.. they are clever and were very intriguing and well worded.

My father attacked, with claws like sickles.

Is this referring to some type of abuse? Why mention the father? Did he contribute into the making of this 'monster', or is he just more potent in releasing it? Perhaps another reason? Elaborate on that, please... seems interesting.

Well, you know you're getting one more star, right?

~LIF