The Beast - An Original Poem

A beast sits upon my chest

Its weight collapsing my ribs:

Constricting my lungs and squeezing my heart

With iron bands.

Fists rain blows on my head

As I silently howl into the depths of my mind.

No amount of force, or anger,

Will shake this beast.

Now he stalks familiar paths.

Clenched fists pound wood

And crumble concrete.

Glass explodes in a glittering spray:

A blur of motion hurls into the distance.

The beast roars:

A soundless noise thundering to the heavens above.

Fury radiates outwards in all directions:

A pulse of anger.

The world disappears:

The heavens draw near.

Rage is confined: but not diminished.

Now trapped behind invisible walls

The beast rampages within my mind:

Preying upon my thoughts.

My eyes open, my body relaxes.

The beast is contained.

For now.

Still the weight remains:

My temples pound from forces within:

It yearns to be free once again:

To vent its rage once more.

Air crushes my skull and presses on my eyes.

I raise thoughts to the heavens,

And seek forgiveness

For the beast in my head.