Monster

A poem written in class. It just flowed right out of my hands. I think it is beautiful! :)

I have seen the beauty, which most ignore

It skips up the path and knocks at my door

I see the death of life as an opportunity

To escape the fate of living for eternity

I love to watch the young ones play

Thinking of the day when they are old and gray

Sitting in a chair doing like I,

Sitting alone, no tears left to cry

For they, like me, were once that young

Playing and playing ‘til the suns all gone

I laugh at the fear the young ones have

For they fear the monster under the bed.

Little do they know, that monster is there

Waiting for the day

The day they no longer fear.

I see the beauty, which most ignore

It skips up the path and knocks at my door

This monster we fear, thrives on our air

Grows with each breath of hate and despair

How do we kill it?

The question so deep

This monster that lies asleep at our feet

For the monster doesn’t die until we at last

Take our last breath on our death bed.

Thats when the world all makes sense

Now your sitting in a chair doing like I,

Sitting alone, no tears left to cry

For we won’t be alone long

The monster comes back

As we think and we think ‘til our thoughts turn black.

I have seen the beauty, which most ignore

It skips up the path and knocks on my door

Author's Note

Just let me know what you think! I love getting feedback even though I only write poetry for fun :)