Beast In My Head

By Oneil Raby

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From the crashing waves on to the rocks of the whispering beach From the hill of thought, I see the crystal clear ocean of memories Looking up to see the birds of trust flying away to the land of reality Looking to my right to see the yellow willow tree of hearts seems to fade away I see something out of the corner of my eye I begin to chase it through the forest of enemies Trying to catch the red flying cardinal

II

Something brings me to a stop A growling shadow beast with monstrous breath My eyes widen as the beast glares With its white dazed eyes, a part of me can’t look away Until I hear the chilling drip of fear Looking down I see a pool of liquid red

III

In my alarmed stance I run inside its den Shades of doubt and feelings of fear All I could see was nothing more than an empty broken cage My heart begins to move like the amps of a rock star’s shout

300 beats a second, that can’t be muffled by heavy hands Creeping closer, trying not to make a sound But the closer I get, the louder the creak of the chair calls out

IV

Stopping in my tracks I hear a monstrous howl Jumping on to the cold stone floor Looking for comfort behind the broken, rigid rocks Praying with my sweaty palms hoping that this nightmare will stop

One enters from the top and one from the side The two beasts seem to do nothing but fight Clutching my heart for dear life I realized, the red cardinal was laying, Dead

V

I stand tall, like a hero getting up for their final attack Walking slowly out of the ring with only a bat of an eye As they both look at me I shed tears of pride

With just one Blink, I saw the real beast with my very own eyes. Both personages, Looking me dead in the eye As I ask myself, why do I even try Looking down with tears in my eyes I carry the dead cardinal Burying its memory Deep Within The Willow tree of hearts

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