The pet

By Josh

Sun, 31 Aug 2014
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His rage and fear formed a beast

That skulked in his mind

Slavering behind

the timetables, recipes,

and metronome thoughts.

It snarled a warning should he stray

too close.

One day he did not tiptoe quietly

through the dry tasks

That kept it at bay.

He stumbled into its maw

via a trail of memories.

He killed her that afternoon. 

 

Certificate 15
Poem
Crime

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

You seem to capture someone stifling anger and hurt and bitterness, rather than facing it, and realising the need of help to put it away before it leads to such awfulness. Asking people to help is difficult and limited, God's help is always available – and his help to face talking to other people about it too. Rhiannon