The Monster

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.

Author's Note

Manic.

Reviews

[Tamika Finley]

This is amazing and would make an amazing song! The monster that we attempt to run and hide from is usually definitely inside us. The truth this work holds, the flow, the word choice, the imagery, this is very well done. I could learn some things from you surely.

[Not here]

thanks :) im glad you think so

[Tamika Finley]

No problem

[ApKWrites]

Great poem. I like how you play with the font and the slight confusion it creates. I could imagine it as a song! Very well done!

[Not here]

thanks :) i appreciate it

[Bear]

This makes me feel like Edger Allan Poe's tale tell heart did the first time I read it. The flow is flawless the rhyme scheme is prefect and the spirit and emotion conveyed is ideal. This would be a great Halloween poetry read, I don't know if there any coffee shops or open mic poetry reads near you but I hope you get the chance to read this it would bring down the walls :~)
Oh yea, I loved this line (I'm dead meat walking, cold blood talking; nobody answers despite my knocking) and I agree, YOU CANT STAY WITH ME Ha! Ha!

[Not here]

lol :) thank you very much for that kind review

[Emily]

Nice meaning!!
Well done!

[Not here]

thank you emily :)

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Awesome, its powerful. This reminds me of a few lines from one of my favorite songs...

"Its hiding in the dark,
Its teeth are raiser sharp,
There's no escape for me,
It was my soul, it was my heart..." there might be typos, and it may be that i forgot a line or two....lol, but you get the point. Very well done.

[Not here]

thanks :) and that sounds like a good song

[Dani The Unreviewed]

It is. You are welcome :)

[A writer]

Well, Danny is not only the best poet and writer ever.. But he can also tell a good read, when he reads it. Very good poem. I like it.

[Not here]

thank you much

[A writer]

You are welcome :)