The Beast of Life

It never comes calling,

but I keep yelling.

I have to find it.

Hunt it down

Corner it

Funny thing is…

I cornered it,

and the bastard fought back.

Snarling it snapped

recoiling from my attack

a flurry of memories

fists of future prospects

tumbling together

defeated it lay

and I walked away but,

it followed me.

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