Those dreary ebony eyes could never admit the fault of their sin,
with their penetrating gaze and heartless stare.
Tell me I'm an angel of the deepest darkest hue.
No being could look upon me and not feel my incessant sorrow.
I, a miserable creature, rip tree limb from limb.
Hear my howls of rage, of pain, of neglect.
The creator squints his eyes and calls me the devil.
He does not lie, this dreaded creator of mine,
For I am what I am, which is the spawn of evil.
Oh! what a pathetic wretch, to crawl the earth,
that I should stain the air with my pungent breath.
A breath, indeed, that breath of life from creator.
I shall rob from him what he robbed from mine self,
And he shall hate more than I and wish for his death.
I will laugh in his wretched face of regret,
but I will know that his only regret was mine self.
{A/N: Hi, I just wanted to say that I've been reading the classic Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, courtesy of IndyScott, and I think that it is a fantabulous book. Anyways, this is a sort of ode to Frankenstein's monster because I completely sympathise with him. Hope you liked it!}
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PoetryAbstracted is a collection of poems that I have written since 2014. Thank you for giving it a try, since I know that poems are sometimes hard to read. I hope you like them!
