Lovely monster

He was a brutal beast, A menace to the world.

Around the soul of a young boy, his hideous claws were curled.

It was my duty to destroy him, to prevent the havoc he would wreak.

But when i saw the beautiful child in his grasp, I grew weak.

So I stayed with the monster, trying to keep him contained.

But this thing was a fighter, not easily restrained.

Each day was a struggle, a test of strength and will.

After so much torture, I had decided to kill.

I'd plot it out, and prepare myself, But before I could

See it through, that young man would cry out for help.

So I would chicken out, and battle with the creature some more,

Until yet again the torture became more than I could endure.

I made another plan, this time determined to see it through.

But if i killed the monster, the little boy would die too.

I decided to watch over the thing, day after day trying to free it's slave

But as the months drew on, this soul grew harder and harder to save.

I grew weak, losing the will to fight. Somewhere along the way 

forgetting the difference between wrong and right.

I started to lose myself in it all, becoming the very thing that I hated.

I became cold and heartless, my battle scars had left me jaded.

It became a deadly cycle, with no clear start or finish line.

The monster and I went round and round, with no concept of time.

Weeks became months, and before I knew it a few years had gone by.

No matter how hopeless things got, I still had to try.

The beatings only got worse, yet still I stayed.

It was all for nothing, I couldn't save the boy, and the monster

was never slayed

Reviews

[Tomahawk Joe]

a very well stated poem sort has an ebb and flow to it

[Angi]

I like how you led me to realize the boy was trapped in the man. The first stanza grabbed me!

[allura]

i'm glad you enjoyed it :)

[AlexValkyrie]

Very original. Very well written. I enjoyed reading this work.

[allura]

Thank you very much, This is one of my favorite pieces, it came from the heart.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Push and pull to this verse... no matter the struggle and persistence of the aftermath... staying became the only reflection to cling on hope... Yet, still held ground... whatever the outcome... but you do leave the reader to question in the last stanza seems unfinished...

[Antoñyo]

Agree totally! No matter the struggle, you made a choice. YOU made a choice most would not have. There was hope, strength...lost, regained...but in the end, you were WHO YOU ARE, which is why I'm good with the ending. I was pulled to your world, not personally satisfied..such is life, no?

[Simon Welsh]

Woah... :O powerful. Left me speechless.