Beasts Within
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Grace Camilleri, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2018
As I get older, will it ever go away?
The lulling darkness, the constant dismay.
A wild beast unhinged in my mind,
Insatiable hunger could be not left behind,
For what happens if such a thing is left unappeased?
Can I live my life with such discerning unease?
For its presence is sinister and quite formidable,
Though still its trust may not ever be biddable.
But if it must stay then I must keep aware,
Of the dirt in my lungs and the smoke in the air,
Of the swell in my throat and the pain in my chest,
That will not go away until this beast’s put to rest,
But until then I’ll let sleeping dogs lie,
So that I look somewhat normal to any passerby,
For someone once told me that we all must choose,
Between dominating your enemy and learning to lose.