I laid awake last night
thinking about what happened before.
A monster beckoned at my door
and I let him in, like a fool.
It fed off of words
and grew from anger.
Now I lay cold and empty.
The monster long removed
all that is left are the tears
stinging my eyes
and the sore in my stomach;
the feeling of a weight like
that of poor Atlas's. A small price to pay.
I felt it must have been done,
but I am glad it is over.
I hate myself for what I was then.
Change is in the air,
a wisp of a warm summer of breeze.
Tomorrow will be a better day
a lesson learned, learned both ways.
I can only ask forgiveness, but not expect an answer.
Author notes
To be honest folks I wrote this a few months ago and I don't remember what the monster is. Why don't you tell me what you think it is?
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