to deal with

by Heather - Taurus

so, here it is:
we have a demon on our hands, and
he's not pulling any punches;
 no, he's pissed,
choleric and furious,
 for we've smothered 
  his presence
 for years,
   denied the beast
room to roam --
  
but now its time
  to let the animal
unmask his fury
  in all his acrimonious 
rage; kill that which is
  insidious in ourselves;
 leave us with nothing 
  left to disclose.

Birth sign: Taurus
Date created: 2000-08-17 15:25:41
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:42:37
Poem ID: 57311

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