This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
a kind of monster
there lives a kind of monster
who does not have hands, face, or feet
do not discount by this strangeness
he is the monster you dare not soon meet
the name of him is Outrage
some may use his name Hate
should you meet him in darkness
a piece of your soul he may soon take
first he will steal your bright smile
then he will come for your laugh
you may not even notice
but those around you will see the attack
they will watch you slowly go under
all of your light fade away
you will be drowning in blackness
once he comes he oft chooses to stay
should you encounter this demon
my advice is simple and clear
run quickly to Care, Love, Forgiveness
each are given to save you my dear