The Beast

At one point in my life the beast consumed me too but not anymore

It comes at you quickly
A silent bullet coming for you
You never know where it's coming from
To run away is no avail it will find you

You have no control at first
The guilt is what drives you to do more
The more you do the more you want
Without at thought of what lies in store

Nothing seems to matter but that hit
It's where you think you will find peace
Everything falls away at first
And then comes the beast

Kids family money and home
Don't matter to you anymore
Life doesn't even seem to matter at all
You just want it to be through

When it's all over and when it's all through
The pain and guilt overwhelms us all
The emptiness is eating us alive
Waiting for us to fall

We hit rock bottom
Not knowing where to turn at all
It comes knocking at our door again
Do we choose to stay or fall

When we choose to fall
We are choosing get on the bus
Not knowing where it's going
It's going to be the death of us

When we choose to stay
Our lives become anew
New doors open for us
So we don't feel so blue

Whatever path we choose
The only thing to do
Is to always be honest with ourselves
That alone will see us through

Reviews

[Lourisa]

A great, honest poem. You have penned the struggle and consequences vividly. I am glad you are free from the beast. Take care, Karen.

[DaughterNature]

I agree, a very powerful subject. I think, though, that your poem might actually be too organized! I know, it's a funny thing to say, but quatrains with ABCB rhyme scheme feel almost too regular and smooth. If addiction is something that tore you apart, then perhaps no rhyme (or internal line rhyme rather than end rhyme) would make it feel more edgy. Also, ending thoughts in the middle of lines (instead of at the ends) will tear the regular feeling of the poem apart -- if you want the poem to feel tense and unpredictable, like addiction. Keep up the great work!

[khalid]

this is very mind provoking. the meaning of life, death, religions...
i liked how you have penned it. and yes, we go in this life to the unkown. maybe we have some choice but mostly, our destiny draws most of the lines we go through...

[Sarai Lee]

What a hard hitting poem about addiction and struggle. You did a great job capturing the harsh dilemma that any addict faces. Keep writing! You have a writer's passion! Thank you for sharing this!