romanticize the monster

most people think i’m wealthy
i let them, no manor of
illusion or boredom could
encourage me to set the record straight
to argue with an imbecile
is to become one

most people think i’m immortal
nothing is immortal
the stars die to give life
the universes will
one day far in the future
die off, and darkness will reign
and then one day that too will end

most people think i’m
a beautiful, languid creature
long neck, spiked back,
clawed and winged
or that i can change into
an image of perfect beauty
in their own image
what a human thought

i am much more
and much less
than the hopes and fears
attached to the utterance
of my form
and i have come before you
to ask for help

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About Kary

I write many things, prose, poems, prose, flash fiction, and novels. I've always loved the free form poem, and practice it most often. Feedback welcome. View all posts by Kary

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