The Monster

I wish I was a monster without pride

A dog without bite

A night without chill

A master without whip

David without stone

I wish I did not need to sleep

Yes that would be nice

Instead of waiting in silence for minuets of drowsiness to evaporate in seconds as I shudder awake,

Instead of this I would invoke the cold wind and become indiscriminate, effervescent

And omnipresent

I would be chained not to the stone lying in my bed instead I would be free

Free from the clamour of the outside and the doubt within

From child's cry and the laughter of opposition

I'd be so cold to touch, so friendly

And no one would know with what name to call upon me