Broken Poetry

Beast.

Wicked strength,
Razor rimmed snarls,
This beast beyond imagination
Is haunting my existence
And caressing the death of my soul.

With an anger so great,
Words can't describe
The actions of this beast
And murderous history
Taunted the existence of mankind.

I cower beneath the earth,
In tunnels so deep,
Wishing and dreaming
That this beast won't lay his claws on me.

Black and blue covers my skin,
And cuts run deep below my flesh,
Yet my wounds don't matter for my life is on the line
And I may soon reach the hellish destiny
Of my passing from this world.

Growls and yips,
The beast runs near,
I calm my breathing and remember my losses.

My mother brutally murdered,
My brother left hanging.

My friends ran with fear,
And left me to fight this beast alone.

I can smell it's alcohol filled breath
As it breathes by my face,
Inhaling my scent.

Its pounces onto my figure,
And claws at my throat,
But I keep fighting and fighting
With what little strength I have.

Death creeps up close,
And whispers in my ear
While I see visions of my family
And how happy we used to be.

Then I remember the weakness
That this monstrosity holds.

I grab a handful of dirt,
And throw it into it's eyes.

The creature howls in pain,
And claws at its own eyes.

I run for my life,
Pain shooting through my limbs and wounds.

I run for our beat up home,
Nearly fallen to the ground,
And pull open the door as the beast chases after me,
Its anger unbelievable to the eyes.

It's claw catches my leg,
And digs a wound so deep.

I cry out in pain,
But continue up the stairs
Through the halls
And to the sun room

When light reaches earth,
This creature will revert.
It will howl no more,
Nor will it harm those who walk on two.

The beast follows me in,
And closes the door.

Trapped with no escape,
I open the curtains.

Father,
My father.
Please harm me no more.
A poison fills your breath,
And changes your soul.
I open your mind,
Your heart,
Your body,
To the light that will save you from yourself!

The sun shines bright,
The beasts quivers and cowers
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

The beast reverts back,
To my father once more.

A bottle in his hand,
And his arms wrapped around me.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

The beast is gone,
Though he may return.

But at least I know,
That my father can revert
From his beastly self.