internal monster
There’s a monster in my life
It’s like deaths scythe
I’m never free of its penetrating star
I never think I’d care
But one day
I be free and it will pay
I’ll be free of its claws
Free of its glare
Ill no longer cower in a fit of fright, as its roars its powerful might
Ill no longer be in a cage made of its rage
Ill no longer be a prisoner
Of its anger
It’s relentless
Its persistence
Its pride
Its greed
I’ve always cried
Now I’ve seen the seed
I’ve seen its roots
So much pain, I’ll go insane
But I will be free
Free of her stare
Free of her claws
Free of its glare
Ill no longer cower as she towers
Ill no longer run in fright as she roars hr. might
Ill no longer be stuck in her cage of rage
Ill no longer be in pain I might actually stay
Sane
Or I might become the monster
I might become…
dispair
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I believe every body has something they have in massive amount and I say they have " (blank) for days , well I have energy for days I am that skiny kid in the back no body knows I'm that boy that's always reading in the libery instead of on the jungle gym I don't do small poems (roses are red vilots are blue blah blah blah) I write about the things that I feel is a problem or about events that are happening to me my 1st poem I wrote was wen I was 8 when my dog died it was called internal monster I excel at the classic free verse combo method of poetry and I plan on taking the mvp award within a year
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