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For the outlaw poet contest. Savage/Spring |
| The spring in my step is taken away, By the savage beast inside my head. The Savage Beast Consist of all the thoughts that interfere with the joys that bring goodness and wealth to the forefront of my life. The Beast causes the joy to hide in the recess of my mind, And sometimes take over my physical life By making me lethargic, And unable to get up or wake, In the morning. There are times when yes, I am happy, But this does no last long. The thoughts in my head take away the joy I deserve. The fact is the spring Is an illusion that gets me through the hard days. If I lived simply with the savage beast then my life would be no more. |