The Deamon Inside

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What can I say this was written while I was trying to relese some frustration on my Heavy bag.

The Deamon Inside

All I want is to hurt, maim, destroy, kill
This rage is on the verge of breaking out
How can I control the beast, killer, evil within
Try and release the pain, the animal, the murder
I pound on the bag, work out like a fiend
My hands bound, my emotions like a hurricane
Unleash the devil within that controls me
Why can't I release it, I'm tearing up inside
I can't hurt those that I love, they are not to be hurt
The ones that bring them pain, I want to rip their hearts out
Send them to the hell that I feel that I will be welcomed to
To protect the family is a must, I will die for them if needed
My life is a gift so they can live and know they were/are loved
But without me they would grieve, hurt, cry
No, I must bottle the rage deep within, I am needed here
I can't give in to the darkness, there is too much to teach
They will grow into better souls with my guidance against the rage
I can control the deamon within and I WILL not give in.

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NevillePark commented on The Deamon Inside

11-29-2010

aubrey - I don't share the affirming approach to dealing with an anger situation. To placate the demon with giving him freedom to exercise is a non-profit endeavor. I've seen demons and they aren't our friends.(They aren't ghosts either as some people might tell you.)

SavVySam commented on The Deamon Inside

02-02-2010

Sometimes there is just nothing better than kicking the stuffing out of a (kick-bag) or heavy bag, or hard work to get out the ugliness! Your fierce love for family and loved ones is palpable and admirable! Nice new work!

aubrey

05/27/2010

thank you

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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