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Feed The Beast

Updated on September 18, 2012

One summer never ends

One summer never begins

One cage stands by itself on the hill

Brown and crumbling with green on the top

Unable to hold the beast who is unable to leave

The tearing at his heart is real

One summer that won't ever go away

The moment of sleep is depriving him of rest

And the moment never ends for him

Feeding the beast is what he does

Sitting in a chair at a desk

Unable to let go of it because

It is the last link he has

To the one summer that never ends

Turned and turned and turned

Over and over and on and off

Unable to sleep but never really awake

Arise and go forth pathetic thing

Feeding the beast in what he does

Singing it to sooth its fractured nerves

Stabbing at it to make it howl

And leaving it for reason no one knows

The beast stays in its cage

Unable to leave but not held by bars

Or ropes

But only by tears

The beast is in its cage.

copyright (C) 2012 christopher w. neal all rights reserved


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      Chris Neal 5 years ago from Fishers, IN

      Thank you.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 5 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      An interesting poem with an unusual slant. It's just the way life can be.