The Beast

The Beast

A Poem by Travis
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An acrostic poem.

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Deep within, I feel the frigidness of The Beast
Eternally, it makes of my happiness, a feast.
Pieces of myself wither under its deathly grip;
Ripped and torn, I struggle to continue on this trip.
Everlasting is my sorrow and incessant are my fears,
Storm clouds are destined to follow me for years.
Still, I trudge on and shield myself ineptly,
It mocks my weakness and assails my heart directly.
On a blood-soaked battlefield, The Beast and I must meet,
No amount of strength and might can save it from defeat.

© 2013 Travis


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A very engaging acrostic, encompassing quite effectively the struggle with depression. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 1 Year Ago


This is a great depiction of what depression does to those who have it, and the battle they must fight with it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Travis

10 Years Ago

Thank you for your review! That was the message I was hoping to convey, so I'm glad you liked it.

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Added on December 31, 2013
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Tags: the beast, acrostic, depression, death, heart, battle, darkness

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