Now The Monster Comes! Poem by r james sterzinger

now the monster comes!
the wall of religion
that herded him in the pen
it is all gone
no god no religion
he has thought them through
has destroyed them

now the monster comes!
his walking stick is with him
it will travel the distance
with him. the stick is his wand
his magic. it is his belief
that love is dead
is cold, hard as steel,
not made for him.
this thought is what binds and blinds him

now the monster comes!
he aims to take me
where I do not want to go.
his depth is my depth,
what roils under his flesh,
roils in my soul.
his journey is my own

now the monster comes!
he has taken my prayers.
my love they are his
nothing no longer belongs to me
his image is before me
his shadow swallows me up.

now the monster comes!
I rest in the crux of his arms
with him I will go
it was a matter of time
he has been looking for me
and has found me again
I have no hope
he wears it for me
on the soles of his shoes.

now the monster comes!
I must let him take me
finish his work
do his thing
hopefully he will complete
the job this time,
so the ones that I embrace, that I love,
that I care for won't go under
with me again.

now the monster comes!
I have done his biding.
I have let him in,
my love.
cut the ribbons that bind me to you!
I was but a shadow
the real me like him
is a terror in the night
you will be forgiven by god
for letting me go!