More monsters

out of the darkness crawl monsters I've made,
with a guilty conscience I pay,
live every day the same and struggle to change,
what do they see when they look at me?
That my eyes match my hair, do they stare?
Do they see any deeper than the flesh mask I wear,
to my bodies despair,
my mind is everywhere,
nowhere,
all scrambled up,
chopped,
hacked,
like a murder,
the scene of the attack,
call me back to cruel reality,
before the monsters eat me,
defeat me,
then I resign,
to this life on the inside,
because there are so few that aren't monsters somewhere inside,
look them in the eye,
let them lie,
but don't pay them mind.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Very effective writing, clever and creative. Not in the style, but certainly in the spirit of Poe, I think. There seems to be little hope--too many monsters and too few benevolent creatures inside.

[Ghost writer]

Thank you for your very kind review. I love Poe.