The Monster of Madness
Something missing, estranged, and down cast,
Never been loved, shunned, never been asked.
Tender touch lost, forever departed, ill gotten,
Sensitivity and sentiment, gone and forgotten.
Like the fallen fledgling, tossed from the nest,
All emotion died, cold hearted, and distressed.
Where did the love go, I wonder, it ever there,
No blessed moments: precious feelings shared.
No love given, no kindness, nor emotions taught,
A heart of steel, founded, in numbness wrought.
Bred to hate, to have no faith, or show concern,
Wicked soul, an evil streak, in a core that burns.
Spite and hate, and words of scorn, all it knows,
Vindictive thought, within malice, its evil grows.
Spreading the disease, in each mind, it corrupts,
Incubating evil thoughts, as each tumor erupts.
From persistent fear, distress, and utter despair,
Its fury sprung, hatred fueling, inflammable air.
Feeding lies, to the fire, wild punishment sought,
Committing dreadful sins, no absolution brought.
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Oct 2023)
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