The Puffy Three-eyed Biseray
When Awake has Something to Say
In the deepest corners of the darkest heart
A fuzzy creature stirs its slumber
The Puffy Three-eyed Biseray
Is small to behold, but quite a drowsy wonder.
Black as the night and covered in hair,
And a mouth full of sharp toothy grins,
The Puffy Three-eyed Biseray
Dreams of pure joy and hopes to wash away sins.
When you get angry, when you get mad,
When your vision is blurred with bitter
and fury
and rage.
The Puffy Three-eyed Biseray
Will wake with a jolt and open its eyes from your cage.
Because deep down inside,
When we’re sad and alone,
And the demons start to unfold,
The Puffy Three-eyed Biseray
Whispers words from the depths of your soul.
If you only dare harken to hear he’ll say:
“I’m kindness, I’m love, I’m generous too.
I’ll get bigger if given away.”
About the Creator
Amos Glade
Welcome to Pteetneet City & my World of Weird. Here you'll find stories of the bizarre, horror, & magic realism as well as a steaming pile of poetry. Thank you for reading.
For more madness check out my website: https://www.amosglade.com/
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Comments (3)
This is weird in the best way. Kinda sweet, kinda eerie—and I really like the message at the end.
Very nice. I really enjoyed that. Great job.
It's honestly great to have you back, Amos. Loved the poem and especially those last three lines. But what the heck is a Biseray? Why do I get the feeling I'm missing something with that name?