Just Another Frankenstein

A poem about feeling like you are losing your mind and all of the help that everyone offers seems to only make matters worse.

Frankenstein's monster revisited

In another day and another age

To pace my way across another stage:

That is all that I am.

Brought out from the moldering grave

Of my midnight mind,

Not allowed to rest in the fermenting insanity

That is my chosen death.

Dr, Frankenstein will not let me be.

He pieces together my broken corpse then

Stitches and staples my open wounds.

He applies the electrodes to my shattered skull

And jolts my rotting brain.

Why can't this monster just let me be?

Why is it that he cannot see

That this decaying flesh and rotten frame

Is not fit to walk the earth?

The person that I used to be

Is no longer here, you see.

That soul has fled this mortal corpse,

To seek its hell or paradise.

Instead he stands me up like a marionette

Tugging franticly on my every string,

Making me dance a waltz or jig or reel,

Whatever his current whim.

Each time I stumble and fall

He hangs me from the padded wall

Until he makes me dance again.

Hamish McIndlister

Copyright © 2010

Author's Note

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