Poetic Beast

The poetic beast haunts my thoughts.
It's gray and hairy head sulks at me
from the corner of my mind.
His blood filled eyes stare threw my heart.

Softly he speaks words to me.
Softly
Only I can hear his whispering voice,
crackeled and harsh it is.

He runs around my brain, scoffing at me scornfully,
and nipping at my pain, and whispers of how
well it rhymes with rain.

He snarls at me
"I'm here today, hehehe, make me go away,
write, write, write, and maybe you'll see right."

Glowing reds eyes grin at me. He whispers

"I'm here, pain must be near. I'll twist
and spit on what hurts. Painful play is
made of me, you want me gone?, take pen
in hand and demand. Write, write, write and
maybe you'll see right."

I sit with pen and paper, and I'm lost for words.

The beast whispers, " no words to write on paper,
lose love, lose mind, broke heart and broke mind,
hehehe."

Angry is all I feel and my fist lands on the desk.

Grinning at me from the corner of my mind,
he whispers,

"Angry at who, me, I didn't leave you blue."

I'm so fustrated and hurt, tears gather in my eyes.

Scorning that awful beast say's to me,
"Shame, shame shame,
all this time and you still have no mind.
Write as rain, write as rain, then no pain.
Painful play is made of me, you want me gone?,
take pen in hand and demand."

And with the first tear a word began to appear.
I grabbed my pen and begin to write.
Falling tears and the words spilled out.
Pain filled every sentence was.

The beast said, "dwindle I do, fade away soon to."

But I have no time to listen to his riddle of words,
as my own words fill my mind, it's as if my pain
fell from my eyes and the tears themselevs wrote
their meaning on paper.

An 2 hours later I have no tears left to cry,
no words left to write,
no pain left to feel

And the poetic beast has departed.

(unknown author)