Frankenstein’s monster

 

Frankenstein’s monster

Forgetting to breathe

Suppressing the primal

I’m frightened of the gentle

For fear I’ll break them

Give me a brute

A bonus if they’re cute

I’m a wild one

Out of balance

Out of my mind

As in I can’t

Socially inhabit my mind

It wants to express itself

Through explosive gestures

What is the rightful expression

Of anger for instance?

This culture don’t give

You any advice

Except just “DON’T DO IT!”

In case you break a one

Into a two

Like a Scotch Finger biscuit

Suppress at all costs

But for how long

Can you hold on?

So I’ll stick

To the mad ones

The volatile ones

The ones already broken

With whom there are no rules

About what can be done

Or spoken

My shadow is strong

& suppression

Only grows it bigger

So I might be singing

“You are my sunshine”

But it echoes

Like the sharpened nail

Of the Reaper’s pointing finger

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.