The Jabberwock

The monster lurks within my soul
It’s hard to feel like I am whole
It rips my flesh down to the bone
It’s hard to not feel so alone

It sheds the flesh then feeds my will
It’s hard to not enjoy this thrill
I weep so much to fill my worst
It’s hard to contain a sudden thirst

When the monster finds its way outside
I skin myself to wear its hide
I gouge upon this filling feast
My smile shows at very least

The red absorbed coat I bear
Still does nothing to treat this tear
So the monster still lurks within
As blight to my fragile skin

The world could not feed my due
So still I find the hope has flew
Residing in a field of gray
My only light must now decay

If I survive to tell this tale
Then the true goal has found its fail
If faith mocks me at higher ground
Then turn your anger right back around

MESSAGE FROM AUTHOR:

“I was inspired to write this by thoughts and experiences I’ve had around identity.”