The Rise of the Beast

And so the beast rises,
ignited by foolish spices,
those idiosyncratic faults of mind,
the plinth of ego’s spire,
and explosions mark the weakness,
red eyes the malaise,
of anger’s battlefield of doom,
when the flag bearer falls to the tune
of the beast unleashed.
Nothing can dispose of sanity
like anger freed to expression,
no darkness greater than no control,
when forces override
the tide of common sense,
to enact such absurdity in careless abandon,
rage in furious denial,
harm its one purpose so dire,
no other thought has a room.
Regret resounds in immanent toll,
foretelling the mistakes about to ensue,
and blood spilled as someone’s due,
begins the end of another beginning,
a mistake that could transform a life,
a strife of such consequence,
as the beast exerts its will,
takes control in blind passion, but
life in balance won’t pay the bill.
Then as blood dries, and passion subsides,
a man stands over his work,
as the beast all satisfied recedes,
and man concedes his blind mistake,
regret a blast of eternal flames,
hardly a memory of what took place,
and swallowed by guilt, numb from shock,
a soul beaten by the beast takes stock
of what he has done.
The beast lives within us all,
tempered by our minds and control,
and if we for one minute refrain
from a conscious knowing
of the cost of release,
we too could fall to that inner beast,
and the regret instilled in enraged acts,
that lead us to an outcome
too difficult to digest.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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An excellent poem Tony, yes the beast is within us all. We can’t let our guard down for a minute or it will take control.
Glad you appreciated it John, yes, anger can lead to dire consequence. Cheers!
I agree with John – excellent work. T’is best to take the time to let the beast relax before responding. Great work, Tony.
Glad you appreciated the work Phyllis. Cheers!