Twisted tightly within my breast lies in wait
A feral demon, foul and terrifying.
Coiled, set to strike at its vulnerable bait.
The fiend’s fabricated facade belying
Its true predatory nature, starved for prey.
Small and grim, destroyer of hope undying.
Each of us toils to hold such a beast at bay,
Struggling to control its desire to feed
On our self-doubt, all resolve falling away.
This creature, a foe of our own making freed
Upon the world, holding us back from our clear
Path, from fulfilling our vast promise and deeds.
This loathsome beast, our inner demon, is fear.
A curse to vanquish, a fight to persevere.
Trifecta, a weekly one-word prompt, challenges writers to use that word in its third definition form, using no less than 33 words or no more than 333. This week’s prompt is: Beast [noun \ˈbēst\] 3: something formidably difficult to control or deal with
Terza rima: “an Italian form of iambic verse consisting of eleven-syllable lines arranged in tercets, the middle line of each tercet rhyming with the first and last lines of the following tercet.”
Traditionally this style of poem ends with a single line or couplet rhyming with the middle line of the last tercet.
The rhyming pattern is: aba, bcb, cdc, ded, efe, f(f)
“Terza rima,” translated from Italian, means “third rhyme.” Seems appropriate.