Death of a Monster
The gargoyle of Suffering, having gorged on my defeat,
rages when I am found silenced.
Feelings drowned, thoughts incomplete,
intentions unknown, still intense,
now what shall the gargoyle eat?
When the sun deprived the hours last,
fistclaw fates had taken hold;
hatred’s was the only shadow cast,
growing tired of getting old.
Frozen, becalmed, dispassionate,
emotions wilted at my feet;
with grief lined passageways collapsing,
where shall the monster eat?
An empty shell of reasoning
borderline of being alive;
teeth of night have picked me clean,
how shall the fiend survive?
In a Father's peace, let time emboss the sage in me,
confusion dissolved.
Pale away this wires-crossed image of me
around which such sorrow revolves.
Cast iron mind once time defined as intellectual;
insight arriving too late;
long suffering is over, it is not yours anymore;
leave the monster to his fate.