The Tormented Beast

Here's a little poem I wrote a few minutes ago, hope you enjoy.

Tormented from the inside out

One ceases to believe that all before him

Is not possible

The limits of potential

Are truly questionable

The sounds of a thousand words

Cannot quench the thirst of the beast within

It tries to come out

To be like one of the normal people

But alas, it has no chance

It’s uniqueness ultimately holds precedence

Most absolute, a diamond in the rough

A single light in a hollow cave

Can one survive such ceaseless punishment?

Or is he meant to understand on his own,

What life is worth to him?

Does it eat at him? Does he question his faith?

Does God exist? Is he just another false prophet?

Another liar in a sea of falsifiers?

If truth is so abundant, why is everything a lie?

One must rise above it all to appreciate it’s awe

The beast within knows not where he is

Or rather he refuses to believe

That his destiny has come for him yet

Does he stay neutral? Does he submit to chaos?

One feels acceptance is not an option

Though it is the correct course of action

Change is necessary, as in all things

His thoughts turn to what might be

Or what might not

The lack of positivity and motivation

Drives him to do better

To prove that he is not a beast

But a man, in an altruistic society

Trying to show that he is more than

Just a shell

“Lay down your arms!” they say to him,

Submit and all will come to pass

The beast refuses to believe this

He sees the righteous path before him,

Now is the time for action

What does he choose?