I believed in conquering the beast,
little did I know that it was stronger
than me.
The beast lurked, jumped, hid,
but was always there waiting
in the darkness or sunshine,
in cold or warm weather,
it was always there.
I faught with all my strengths,
masked myself, kept hands so clean
my skin was on the brink of breaking
more than once, walking around with
a yard to keep all at bay,
but the beast was stronger and smarter
than me.
Fear of the beast is of those who believe
in life and friends, neighbors, family,
including themselves.
Those who play the all mighty are doomed
and blame it not on the beast
but on me and my believes.
