The Monster

This is something I wrote when I did something I really shouldn't have. I don't know what it is but I am thinking it is leaning more towards poetry.

How easy it is for the boy to cross the line. For you see his eyes are clouded and his emotions are uneven. He's a cross between unrequited and unheard. His anger runs rampant and his words are tinted with coldeness that he doesn't notice.

The words that she speaks repeat in his head like a mantra and he starts to see the monster he unleashes. It's great big eyes staring at the prey. It's claws out ready to dig into the body of flesh and it's black furred feline figure waiting to push someone onto the edge of reason.

So as the anger subsides the boy feel remorse and looks upon himself with sad eyes. His voice comes out trying to make soft spoken words but they come out all wrong. The boy understands why you want to run. He silently waits though hoping you will understand and stay.

You see the monster comes out prying. It's tied to being worried, to being hurt, to feeling ashamed, to feeling bad, and to caring. It's born to protect but ends up destroying what the boy so dearly treasures.

The boy now lies on the floor. Hoping he could be understood. He lost his careful composure and now he is paying for it. Slowly caging the beast so it won't run unbridled again.

But who knows how well the cage will hold? The boy is working his hardest leaning his body against the door as the monster slams against it with it's muscular body and it's piercing yellow eyes staring so intently at the boy. The boy can smell the putrid breathe of the monster and feels like giving up. But he fights with all his strength against the cage door. He's wishing and praying that the beast stays caged.

Yet neither knows how long the cage will hold. Just remember the boy is going to be trying now and forever more. He will fight against this monster like he did the others and show that he is stronger. For that's all he can do besides saying sorry.