*cough* Well, this is the first time I have done a poem that actually didn't rhyme. A friend said I was challenged by it and I don't think I am... I just like rhyming... *sighs* anyway... hopefully you like it and once you read it and you ask what exactly is this about and who is it about: It is about a fictional character that I have sympathy for... and understand. 'kay? thanks...
Monster: By. Kyria
Seeped in the bone and hidden by scars,
A voice lays hidden in a room.
All by it'self and shaken to tears from failed attempts to escape,
Darkness seeps in from the cracks.
Selfishly wanting and intentionally taking everything,
The voice begins to fade.
All alone and unloved in a room as cold as it's heart,
A monster is born from the empty bitterness.
Violently shaken and yelled at with silent words,
The voice begs to be loved.
Unknown and abandoned, not one to smile at it, it's labled with fear.
From the moment born till it fights on it's own, it's marked as weak from it's pain.
Just a thought of anger and self- implied horror, now does the voice reach out.
Nothing... nothing- I am nothing It cries flinging itself at the door.
Monster... monster- I am monster, It begins to understand, even if it's a little.
Used as a weapon and regarded as a tool, it's own family feared, rejected and used it.
A glance away and small goodbye, it's live and regret.
Abandoned at birth by it's own mother, the voice cries out at her grave.
Mocked and accused by those of it's own age, it's pushed farther away from reality.
Betrayed by a loved one causes it all to break away to shards like a broken mirror.
The blood of those who wronged and mock it feeds and sustains a feeling of being alive to it.
All alone and unloved in a room as cold as it's heart,
A monster is born from the empty bitterness.
Nothing... nothing- I am nothing, It cries flinging itself at the doors.
Monster... monster- I am monster, It begins to understand, even if it's a little.
Used as a weapon and regarded as a tool, it's own family feared, rejected and used it.
The voice begins to fade...
The voice begs to be loved...
Alone in the house it had feared, loathed and resented, the voice finds it courage to stand and be brave,
Face it's one enemy down and not let the monster take control of it's mind.
Taking in past events that effected him to shape the voice it had become,
He finds the only peace is accepting that fact alone.
The voice backs away from the door once shut with bars and chains,
Allowing the monster to let all his pain go away.
Pain that the voice knew no one could understand the struggle it went through,
Finding that the will to live was just as strong as the will to die:
Only that the will to die was impossible and couldn't be done... no matter how hard it thought about it.
All alone and unloved in a room as cold as it's heart,
A monster is born from the empty bitterness.
Nothing... nothing- I am nothing, It cries flinging itself at the doors.
Monster... monster- I am monster, It begins to understand, even if it's a little.
Used as a weapon and regarded as a tool, it's own family feared, rejected and used it.
The voice begins to fade...
The voice begs to be loved...
~~~*cough* I think I did good on this... though it is dark and what not... anyways, tell me what you think about my first none rhyming poem... but, I think I'm going to do more of this from now on... ^^ :gaara09: :mint40: