![]() The MonsterA Poem by Kelso A. Nicholson![]() I wrote this poem when I was 14 years old, and to this day it is probably my best work.![]() She’s dead and gone. The monster got her. And she fell like a fawn Shot dead by a hunter’s canvas.
She’s broken in two Love got her. And she’d fall like she’d always do. Shot dead by Cupid’s arrows.
She’s fading to grey. Temptation got her. She’s black like the sky of an NYC
day Shot dead by the smog.
She’s turned unrealistic. Pain got her. And she’s gone like a lost traveler Shot dead by his enemy.
The monster got her She gave into temptation. The monster got her She ate the forbidden fruit. The monster got her © 2013 Kelso A. Nicholson |
StatsAuthorKelso A. NicholsonGlen Gardner, NJAboutI'm 26 years old, I write a lot of poetry and vignettes. I focus a lot on love, loss, and beauty. I hope you like my work and would love to hear some responses. more..Writing
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