Monster I'Ve Become Poem by Jacob Biehl

I walk a red path,
the trees bear no fruit,
there are no flowers in spring.
My bed is of charred earth,
and the rain is sacred,
in a scarred land, water is miraculous.
A friend is your only tie to sanity,
when chaos fringes your mind.

I have not the grace of clean clothes,
and blood fills my nose while
rats fill my nights.
I wish to see a happy day,
before i slip away,
slip into the monster I've become.

This monster I've become,
keeps me from looking in a mirror,
it fuels my nightmares with horrors,
with memories.
I'm afraid to close my eyes,
to see sights I locked away,
but i must suffer my past,
for if I stop resisting just a moment,
I'll lose my humanity,
and slip into the monster i fear.