I've battled the beast for so damn long,

There are days that I want it to win,

My heart feels weak, but it keeps going on,

And my will has been stretched so thin


Each battle I face breaks me down into tears,

While old wounds, they've healed and grown,

And yet, I recover, and over the years,

I've gained strength from the pain that I've known

◄ Support from the Conscious Self

Who Would I Be? ►


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Martin Elder

Mon 10th Feb 2020 10:46

We all have our beast to fight but as Keith says you are able to shout about it. In so doing this should be an encouragement to all others that they are not alone in this
Nice one

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keith jeffries

Mon 10th Feb 2020 10:35


A poem which says little yet shouts from the roof tops. I can only surmise the nature of the beast but I have my beast and this poem resonates with me like a clanging cymbal.

One of the best poems I have read in a long time
Thank you for this


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