Friend Of The Devil

A monster coils
inside
each of us
waiting to strike
breathing
blistering vehement
through us
wanting
to come out
of seclusion.
You may not
see its face
but several times
you've met him
and turned
to stone.
Best to
understand him-
he is part
of you and me
and we are
all very much
the same
in anger.

by Adryan Barnathan

Comments (1)

i like this poem too it reminds me of the zoo where dragons lay eggs in cages!