Monster from within

Monster from within

A Poem by Vertigoingnowhere

Intoxicated with memories and pain

The hurt is still there, trapped on the inside like a stain

The cuts scratches and scars remain bloody and unstitched

watch how the juicy red liquid trickles down and drips

 

The emotions seem invisible to the silent face

So full of lies and hatred, is apparently not the case

to be left alone and thrown away is such a burden to bear

All i wanted was to be shown a little care

A little amount of effort would do the trick

but now just being around you, makes me sick

 

The voice i hear that hums those happy songs you sing

Might as well belong to a black widow spider, you suck the life out of everything

Everyone is deceived by what looks like a person so shy and mild

but no one sees what i have known,

that once so loving and simple child,

has been eaten away by the monster she has become

some one who thrives  on getting what she wants and not caring on who is stung

 

I don’t understand where her mind has been

how can someone once so loving turn awful from within

i guess i will never understand why she has turned into this being

But i will always know what she truly is and one day someone else will be doing the freeing

 

© 2012 Vertigoingnowhere


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There is some really good imagery here. The emotional turmoil really stands out. You missed a word "... looks like person so shy and mild" Should be an a after like.
I loved the line about the spider, very surreal; actually that whole stanza is quite surreal in it's self.

Good write, thanks for the share.

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The imagery lands on the mind, a well placed piece, well done.

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Wonderfully penned! I enjoyed this piece.

Nicely done

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Beautiful piece about the inner struggle many of us face between what is morally right and wrong within ourselves or our loved ones. Just in wording, I would suggest not using the word 'loving' twice so close together. Perhaps the word 'pure' would do nicely for the second use? Still a very striking piece regardless.

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Vertigoingnowhere

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