Frankenstein

A cubism poem from the perspective of three different characters in Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.

I was torn away from a peaceful nothingness

Into this harsh and unrelenting world

A monster of no comparison, a beast like no other

The sun turns its warm rays from my repulsive form

Water parts to escape my gruesome reflection

My creator left me desolate

The very day he condemned me to this hell of a life

With his own hands he damned me to this torture and so with mine I will do the same

My fingers will find the throats of those whom he loves

The life will drain from their rosy faces, their eyes will search for aid, their lungs strain for air

They will find no relief

No mercy

Why should they?

I never have

What have I done?

I stare down at the hands

The hands that worked tirelessly, maniacally, agonizingly

At my destruction

The hands that brought that creature, that monster, that devil, into this world

The hands that slashed my life to bits

That killed my brother

My friend

My wife

My father

I stare down at these hands that left me desolate and alone

These hands that ruined the lives of all whom I love

These hands that are my own

I wander

Through a thicket of trees

Along the bank of a black sea

The only light is the moon, high above, cold and sinister

I look out on the waters, waves lashing against the shore

A vessel approaches, swiftly

I step out into the light

A figure rises from the sea

Mountainous and deformed in shape, it reaches the shore

Its steps off the bow and thunders towards me

I turn to flee, but the gargantuan hands are already enveloping my neck

I struggle, and gasp for air, but the sky grows darker

I feel my limbs weaken as I crumple to the ground

And the world around me fades

Reviews

[Shy Joe]

This is great! You can see it. All three characters in one world. Intertwined in a triangle of chaos. This is the first kind of poem I've read like this, and I liked it.
Great poem! Thanks for sharing.