Beast At My Back Poem by Derick Stinson

The strains of the world on my shoulder the beast at my back
I am trying to fight it, the swirl of inconsistencies and Hot to cold,
It just seems that I am fighting a Megaton locomotive on a one way track,
Blossoming of truths and dirty shallows of resentment a sight to behold,
Fellowship is a double edged sword, love being the sharpest tip of the blade,
Fighting to wade my way through the quicksand, grasping for an escape,
Such utopia can blind and divert you into a dark matter of negative shade,
Can my angel find me and shine the light upon me before it is too late,
I can see my breath as the cold begins to enter and chill my bones,
I can see the demon fighting with my angel and the clash is epic,
But my inner goodness will always edge out the win with the mighty power it hones,
If the demon ever wins the prize will be never-ending darkness and repent.