Alone Among The Monsters
#29 of Poetry
This poem was meant as an experiment in free verse poetry. I don't do free verse often, so I decided to speak about something deeply personal to me. It took me about 90 seconds of typing whatever came to mind to construct this, so forgive any poor quality. This poem's theme is likely easily relatable, but it stems from my youth. I'm a Christian, but I do not go to church. This poem explains, in metaphor, why that is, and the results of my poor experiences with other Christians, who, despite all of their supposed values, judge me not by my heart but by my outward appearance, quiet nature, or anything else that's not my heart...
Alone Among The Monsters
By Mantrid Brizon
(08/20/2020)
Alone I sit in this dank pit,
But it wasn't always so,
Long ago I once belonged,
But with age came awareness,
And with awareness came neglect,
From those whom I never truly belonged,
And with the passage of time,
It has become immemorial,
As all I see is the black abyss,
But I am not alone,
I am surrounded by the monsters,
The vicious beasts of the wood,
Who lurk in the dark,
They embrace me with clawed hands,
I look back and see their smiles,
Glistening needles beneath crimson stones,
And though they smile and whisper sweet words,
I know that I shouldn't trust them,
And so I feign my comfort,
Because I am no longer welcome amongst you,
I walk between the worlds of angels and demons,
And only the monsters seek to befriend me,
Lo, I cavort with the beasts,
Though I'd rather not,
Until I feel welcomed by you,
I remain forsaken,
Will I forever be alone among the monsters?