The monsterA Poem by Eric Zavala
When You see his eyes turn red
You know he's not dead He's all anger with no fear He saved it up all year When you hear his screams You know it's the monster in my dreams He comes and takes my place Sometimes it hard to tell We share a face He finds the strength I didn't know I had Sometimes the monster gets bad When he does breaks free The monster takes over me And when I give him the wheel Our anger is all I feel Me and him are connected From the tangle webs within It's strange when I'm the one hiding in Away from everything out there I'm gone away completely unaware Of what is going on By the time I do the moments already gone He uses me as a disguise He's full of anger and lies He lies behind my eyes So it times we stand across from each other Me and him are closer then twin brothers I'm dressed in black And he's dressed in white He's darkness and I am the light My eyes are white while his are red My heart is living while his is dead We both live in this land made of water That's what we walk upon It's a endless lake we stand on But our reflections don't appear They don't show themselves all year The only one that dares to show Is of the person me and the monster know And he only does when me and the monster come together To show the real me That's the only reflection the monster and I can see But then we break apart And fight like we did at the start But at night when our eyes are back to white You know the monster is locked away another night © 2014 Eric Zavala |
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Added on May 10, 2014 Last Updated on May 10, 2014 AuthorEric ZavalaLa habra , CAAboutI'm 17 I love to write about the way I feel and the things I think about more..Writing
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