Week 1- The First of Many Poems- Part 1

For my first post I will be uploading the poems I wrote on note paper in a typed format, this is not original material however and will not get me credit so for Part 2 I will be uploading new material. Since this is part 1, first here are the poems.

The Monster

The monster lives inside my mind,

Its claws do scratch, its teeth

do grind.

The monster whispers to my

brain, to cause me true

and utter pain.

I try so hard to disobey,

but the monster always seems

to have its way.

To others it does not wish harm,

I clarify to not alarm.

But if i gets inside your head,

the very soul it will shred.

Losing Yourself

You cry yourself to sleep,

your soul is not your own

to keep.

You are mourned yet still alive,

your mind decays,

your sorrow thrives.

I once knew you ,

now no more,

Who is that behind the door?

You bare your soul, 

admit you lied,

you act as if you have died

You are not a ghost trapped

by the past, your earthly form

is here to last.

Although your yarn is near its

end. It doe not mean

life is not your friend.

But this disease, this illness,

ends your reason, to your body

your mind commits treason.

I thought I knew you,

It is no more.

Is that still you behind the door?

Remembering a Funeral

I remember sitting in a chair,

the plane's window shows

the open air

I remember riding in a car,

a place of death not

very far.

I remember lying in a bed,

the next few days I truly dread.

I remember drinking with good

friends, the mourning for a short time ends

I remember the night coming to an end,

a sinful haze now fills my head

I remember waking in such pain

my growing guilt is now my bane.

I remember sitting in a chair,

the planes' window shows

the open air.

Few Words from a Traumatized Man

Cuts so deep

my skin can't keep

my soul to seep

from wounds that reap.

Now I can't sleep

because every creep

and crawl is you, which is why I weep.