I know of a monster—
It is a horrid beast.
It wants to destroy my world
And see to my defeat.
It rips apart my plans,
It antagonizes me.
It will not leave me alone,
It makes me want to grieve.
Oh, how I hate it—
It makes me feel so mad.
It—I wish I could kill,
And that would make me glad.
Oh, where does it hide?
I follow its tracks.
No matter where I look,
It leads behind my back.
I hear it taunt me,
It drives me insane.
It always attacks me—
I’m afraid, and I’m ashamed.
No one else can see it,
They can’t feel its dread.
How do I fight it?
I want to see it dead.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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