Little red monster
Submitted by Yatte on Wed, 03/13/2013 - 08:26
It seems that lately I have stepped into some kind of poetry thorn. It seems to be the most easy and natural way to describe how I feel about something. But like most things in my life this might just be a passing craze until I find something else to focus on.
My next poem.
Little Red Monster.
Little red monster,
please go away.
Just leave me alone!
You dig your nails into my body
The pain spreads like worms.
Through my stomach, into my back
Crawling up my spine,
wiggling into my brain.
Your teeth poison my blood,
It fills me with anger and frustration.
You turn me into a red monster too.
Finally you leave.
Just to return and torture me another day.
My next poem.
Little Red Monster.
Little red monster,
please go away.
Just leave me alone!
You dig your nails into my body
The pain spreads like worms.
Through my stomach, into my back
Crawling up my spine,
wiggling into my brain.
Your teeth poison my blood,
It fills me with anger and frustration.
You turn me into a red monster too.
Finally you leave.
Just to return and torture me another day.
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