The Beast

Marylin Forren

The beast, the beast, this horrible beast is coming for me again. I wish the beast would never come for I never know when.

The pain, the pain, the horrible pain shooting through my head. The lights, the sounds, the awful pain that I have come to dread.

The numbness, the tingling, the slurring of my speech. I wish that I could understand the nature of this beast.

The darkness, the blessed darkness is my only hope. If it wasn't for the blessed darkness, I could never cope.

The suspicion, the snickers, the talking behind my back. The questions, the stupid questions that people never lack.

I wish that all the people could understand what I am going through. My only wish for all those stupid people is, that the beast never comes for you.

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