Excuse me I have to feed the beast.
13/02/2021
The beasts voice resonates
Through this underground chamber
Asking to feed
On the blood that is
My pain
My soul
Consuming all that is good
And real and pure
In the service of
A lust for power
That protects and endangers
In equal measure
The beast does it all
For respect
For prestige
For survival
And to live
The life less ordinary
Escaping mediocrity
At every turn
A truly terrifying creature
It is the minotaur
But I am the matador
Fearless and free
From the talons of the beast
Feed me it cries
And we heed the call
Poor fuel on the fire
Of paradise lost
Forever and to eternity
May the tides of luck
Keep us safe
As we navigate through the beast’s wrath
Feed me the beast calls
And I answer in kind
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With this one I’m endeavoring to write something a little different from the norm. It is partly inspired by an old animated show called Trap Door and partly about the deeper side of my crime and life before jail.
Now excuse me I have to feed the beast.
High Seas Clothing 
I love all your poems and this one is no exception, but perhaps it is time to leave the past behind?
Joanna
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Ah true, solid advice as always, thanks for the input. Best wishes:)
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I like these lines. “It is the minotaur, but I am the matador!” You have escaped the minotaur’s maze and are living a life of freedom and success. 🙂 All the best, Christo!
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I often say those words to my self, I’ve a long way to go to what I would call success but I think I’m on track, thanks again.
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Very powerfully expressed and superbly observed poetry 👏👏👏
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Many thanks kind sir;)
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You are most welcome indeed
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