The Beasts Within

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    The Beasts Within

    THE BEASTS WITHIN
    By: Gina Marie Patrow
    January 28, 2009


    welcome to this place within me
    its called hell...
    the fires burn inside
    the darkness engulfs
    the pain fills every available spot
    i can hide from it for a time
    but it finds me
    it hunts me down
    one wrong spoken word
    and the spiral begins
    the pit is always there
    always on hand
    the beasts within
    tear me to shreds
    doubt
    fear
    worthlessness
    sadness
    pain
    each beast has a name
    pretend to be happy
    but its not really there
    pretend to be a person
    but im not really alive
    an empty shell
    burned out long ago
    nothing left
    ripped to shreds
    heart battered
    torn to pieces
    foot after foot stomped it into the ground
    try to get close
    the gap is still there
    i reach out
    no one is really there
    there are those so much better than me
    innocence long gone
    a mere memory from days long ago
    now fear resides
    where hope once longed to rule
    life is but a game
    its all pretend
    its the end
    its time for the pain to stop
    time for me to go
    time for the beasts to be slain

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    GeoffreyMalloy commented on The Beasts Within

    05-25-2009

    I am very glad to have found this, since I am a fan of this type of poetic writ. Such a topic well done, and addressed point blank.

    ginamarie70

    07/08/2009

    thank you for your comment....

    AIXA commented on The Beasts Within

    04-09-2009

    Different but very interesting

    prophesy commented on The Beasts Within

    02-14-2009

    you have it all on the table. delet then reboot your love, you are a beautiful woman, sorry what he put u through. now love it awaits./ contiueng the sauga of life/peace n prophesy

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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