Black beast

Darker parts of myself

The black beast rises from the depths of my mind, like a sick cloud, hissing its insanity's at me, weighing me down.
Slowly it rises as I begin to cough and choke on its noxious fumes, as I begin to fade its black claw reaches out for me in my last breathe.

But something cuts the beast.
What is this? Light? Could it be true?

The light has penetrated even into this dark fog of despair?
The monster flails back in pain and wails.
So it must be real.
Gathering all my strength
I summon my armor and with the light at my back and shield on my arm,
I do battle with the beast once more......but for how long?


JW

Reviews

[Sunrose]

The inner struggle is something we all face in this life. Like how you drew strength from a light. Which the light could mean almost anything or anyone. Very well put. :)

[Jordan Wilson]

thank you very much!
these are just quick ones I do as they pop into my head at work.
so thank you for the positive feedback. :)