You never know how hard it is
To stop
To breath
To jump
You never know what is coming to you
A mystery
A pain
A love
I hate to say that we all live in a mind whirl
We're pain and suffering is what we have to endure
But let's be real, who hasn't gone through it
How many people can say they don't have a monster?
I know I do, he's dark and viscous, with big mean claws
He yells and screams
Stumbling through the dark
He smells and reeks of pure darkness
It smells of liquor
The smell so intoxicating
I hate to say he's rotting away
But there isn't a light in his place
I really wish I could stand to the beast
But the beast has beaten me to a pulp
Nothin left but tears and blood
We've fought
We've laughed
We've have even experienced nice joyful ridden moments
But nothing will ever make me forgive
The ruthless and Demolished life he gives
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Poetry about a monster
PoetryFrom you to me, the monster you seek is all inside the bottle you drink, please set me free from your awful reach. This is a series of different parts of poetry I right enjoy. I mean as much as you can please leave comments or feed back!
