The Wondering Monster Poem by Elijah Chai

Disposing the remaining coins of
its lonesome existence
Gazing at the noisome pains of conquering sorrows
the little crit could only shrink
further castigating itself

what does it mean
if even there was any semblance
of meaningful purpose
to its despicable situation

The mould, the mould
That causes one to transfix with perplexed stare
at the fold that is tucked inside
the enormous chasm of unfulfilled dreams

Perhaps it is just as well
that sometimes dreams ne'er get realised
and one has to wander in wonderment
just what is the purpose
for carrying on

Is there a reason
at the end of the fabled rainbow?
Could there be a fountain of
eternal youth?
There really is nothing new
under the glorious sun
nothing could be closer to the truth
It takes eternity, and then some

so what is truly scary
is not the idea of a monster without
but the realisation of that abyss within;
sometimes, it is much closer to home
nestled deep within