Claws tap against the steel floor.
Tapping patiently, waiting in the dark.
A beast with glowing eyes of red.
Bars hold it back for now.
But with each tap, it knows time passes.
It waits for the lock to come undone.
So it can rip apart all in it's path.
A beast that shares my name.
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Poems From a Mad mind.
PoetryPoems I have written. They tend to be quick reads. Some sad, happy, depressing, deep, and everything in between. They are not all good but I like to think I have a few good ones scattered through. Some are short some are longer. So are simple some a...
