Tame The Beast 3rd Place Winner by Saria Smith To tame the beast will take sometime, but I cannot kill yours while I’m wrestling mine. As you step onto the stage You’ll find you are trembling, A distant curtain call Ringing in your ear. With contemptuous aid The boiling of blood Immense pounding from an organ often called love. The voice of reason whispers As chaos twirls her net Diverting your awareness She hasn’t lost it yet. Breathe for some relief To find your second chance Turn your favor upwards As discontentment rests.
The dancers contort, with growing apprehension Even in such a throng, they cannot attain attention Now, there in the clouds, the love they never mentioned.
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