The Animal Poem by Eduardo Santibanez

The Animal



Pure instinct born of sin
Untamed, wild and sick
Unable to contain him
The path was his to pick

Claws tearing me apart
Great evil from within
Unhealed broken heart
The way it's always been

The child became a man
with an animal within
Biting at the hand
of anyone close in

The animal survived
Inside is where he lived
A remnant of old times
A scar that never healed

The man fights control
Tired of this fiend
He tries to seal the hole
The animal bites him

To master such a beast
To let go of the sin
It is not an easy feat
When you are the animal within.

The Animal
Monday, August 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: introspection
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