My Monster

I was born with a demon

Whose home is my cage.

When I was a kid

He awoke with a rage.

He rattled and roared;

I screamed and I bawled.

With almost nothing

I built up some walls.

Over the years 

I've gathered more bricks.

The fortress I built 

Can handle his kicks.

He slumbers most often.

I keep the light out.

But every so often,

He wakes up to shout.

I know him some now;

Not a friend nor a foe,

But this dark part of me

I wish to let go.

If another way came 

That I could evict

This devil inside me 

And I may exist...

The weapons they make

Encourage him more;

He's worn down layers,

Gained in the war.

Each time he rattles 

I go find more stones,

But I'm tired of building 

It hurts in my bones.

He's quieter now.

I float through more days

Less often feeling 

His anger, this haze.

I know with each brick

I'm stronger than last;

But each time he howls,

I know he's not passed.

I still get afraid.

I'm willing more wall.

I still can't help ask

If he is my fall.

Will he escape,

Despite my travail?

Might it just be

I fall to my will?