Monster’s Shadow

I don’t always know why I walk in the monster’s shadow. Just that it seems like a good refuse from a blinding sun, a place to cool off after running for so long. I don’t know why I walk in the monster’s shadow, but it draws me in like a magnet, then holds me in the dark just long enough that I don’t think I’ll ever see light again.

 


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“What’s Wrong”

This was not meant to be an elaborate, descriptive, beautiful poem. It was just meant to be real.

 

I’ve been trying to figure out how
to describe this to you for so long.
It was only after a million “I don’t know’s,”
that I realized you can’t explain it,
you just have to understand it.
And even those who understand,
may not comprehend it enough to
tell you how it feels. All I can say
is it is not pleasant.