On his journey
he had crossed
many bridges
many roads
many people
This journey
had him changed
slowly, very slowly
without him noticing
Even a look in the mirror
could not make him see
what he had become
Growling was al he did now
showing his claws and fangs
He was himself, a monster
'Monster' © Rob Knetsch 2013
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