The Monster

The Monster

A Poem by Not here

I'm standing in front of you,
just trying to get through
all these feelings in my mind.
I have no idea; I'm blind.
Darkness covers me in shame,
but people think it's all a game.
Oh, help me get through all of this.
I'm loving everything I miss....

I'm seeing everything in slow-mo;
there isn't a place for me to go.
Ears ringing with the sounds of the crows,
as over my body they swoop low.
I'm dead meat walking, cold blood talking;
nobody answers despite my knocking.
Fear is stalking, pain is rocking;
and all I hear is voices mocking.
Shouting inhumanities coupled with profanities,
or am I the insane one in a world that's just begun
to crumble quickly, breaking soon.
Like a werewolf at the full moon
I'm turning into something new,
and something I don't want to go through.
Yet here I am, in darkness still.
All of these thoughts inside, I spill.

I'm standing in front of you,
just trying to get through
all these feelings in my mind.
I have no idea; I'm blind.
Darkness covers me in shame,
but people think it's all a game.
Oh, help me get through all of this.
I'm loving everything I miss....

The darkness has begun to fight, see,
it's very, so angry with me and we
have no idea where to run or hide.
We spend every morning safe inside.
But how can you hide from something in you?
If it's a monster, but it gets through
anything you try to use to fight it.
Any poetry, rhymes; they will spite it.
There's nothing to stop it, and nothing to halt it.
It's just a monster; a monster assaults it.
I hunt the monster night and day
but cannot injure it in any way.

I'm standing in front of you,
just trying to get through
all these feelings in my mind.
I have no idea; I'm blind.
Darkness covers me in shame,
but people think it's all a game.
Oh, help me get through all of this.
I'm loving everything I miss....

So now I take my final stand,
rampaging forth, looking grand,
holding onto to every hand
while the monster's already planned.
I cover back into the dark,
wishing I could find a spark,
but here we go again today.
I try with poetry to sway
the effect it has on me.
Turns out I can't stop it, see,
this evil monster has already
made it's home inside my mind.
And now with chains of death it binds....

The monster is me... The monster is me... The monster is me... The monster is me... Will you stay with me?... The monster is me... The monster is me... Will you stay with me?

The monster is me... The monster is me... The monster is me... The monster is me... Will you stay with me?... The monster is me... The monster is me... Will you stay with me?

The monster is me... The monster is me... The monster is me... The monster is me... Will you stay with me?... The monster is me... The monster is me... Will you stay with me?

The monster is me... The monster is me... The monster is me... The monster is me... Will you stay with me?... The monster is me... The monster is me... 


I'm standing in front of you,     The monster is me...
just trying to get through Will you stay with me?
all these feelings in my mind. The monster is me...
I have no idea; I'm blind. Will you stay with me?
Darkness covers me in shame, The monster is me...
but people think it's all a game. Will you stay with me?
Oh, help me get through all of this. The monster is me...
I'm loving everything I miss.... The monster is me!
You cannot stay with me.

© 2015 Not here


Author's Note

Not here
Manic.

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The use of repetition in this poem is very well done. I love the strong emotion as well. Awesome job!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Not here

8 Years Ago

thank you :) i appreciate it
I like the intense feeling I this, and also the repetition. This is a dark but very strong poem.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Not here

8 Years Ago

thank you corbin :) and i liked writing it. i felt very emotional about it
This is good. I like the frantic and desperate feel of words. The repetition gave strength and purpose to the poetry. I like the honest tone and strong thoughts. I had to read again. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


Not here

8 Years Ago

thanks coyote :) always one of my faithful readers
Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

You are welcome.
Definitely creatively intense 😉. You worked on your creativity skills well here to express a dillusional person's mind... The formatting it's self, attracts the thought! Superb. You even described some of the deceptions that would cross the person's mind, you capture the emotions in a tangled web to give the effect... It's brilliant, keep it up 😚

Posted 8 Years Ago


Not here

8 Years Ago

thank you :) and i speak from experience cause sometimes i feel like that
The Waterlily Pad

8 Years Ago

U can tell.. I guess that's what makes it easier to write about some feeling specifically
Not here

8 Years Ago

yeah i agree
I like the creativity in this write Dante... It's got a nice darkness to it that I enjoyed :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


Not here

8 Years Ago

thanks :) im glad you enjoyed it
super intense
i felt every word bleed through the page

its as if this poem were screaming at the audience

wow


Posted 8 Years Ago


Not here

8 Years Ago

thanks dream :) thats what i wanted to express
We all have the potential to be monsters, whether drugged induced or having a number or personalities or as they say paranoia is just total awareness! Nice write!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Not here

8 Years Ago

thanks :) i appreciate it
Scary. You're great at this scary stuff. I found one mistake maybe? "holding onto to every hand"
Everything else perfect as usual. Well done Dante.

When the monster is identified
When you know where it likes to hide
When you know where you'll sight it
That's when you can start to fight it
Go forth into battle now brave knight
I wish you the best in your fight.


Posted 8 Years Ago


Not here

8 Years Ago

thanks you smiley face :) i like your lil poem there
I am not manic, but from ADHD can see the same feelings, but as I have expressed in my work, it is a controlled situation. Many of the afflicted in the family of manic have no control and are challenged each day just to survive. Keep the faith and keep writing. Good therapy.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Not here

8 Years Ago

thanks you willard for all of your reviews :)
This poem is perfect for a madman :) .

Posted 8 Years Ago


Not here

8 Years Ago

thanks :) i agree

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