Monster
– it’s too late to say i’m sorry what’s done is done- i’ve sacrificed my freedom.I’ve betrayed my only son- i beg forgiveness , arms raised to the sky- the beauty of the beholder opens its unforgiving eye- the root of my dysfunction runs strong and grows deep into dry cracked earth , where no forgiveness will seep- the clock creeps forward, always, and again, it’s cycle of self-destruction.I fear will never end- from my wounds , I bleed the blood of my lies- the monster of my making attacks with hungry eyes- it devours my body digests.My soul consumes my mind and takes total control- once i give in , I can never give back- nothing survives the monster’s attack- i kick and , I scream , pull hair , and I bite- my fight is futile so instead I take flight- i fight and I run from anxiety from fear I run for weeks for months and for years- only to realize I ran straight back to the monster’s realm and his vicious attack.- i fight and I flee from what I choose not to see- and when I look in the mirror the monster is me-
— by Paul Oberholtzer
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