I Am Frankenstein

I am the frightened toddler running from the demons
     that I made up in my head.
I am the dark shadow of a missing character
     that is tricking the deathbed. 
I turn the corner of poverty into emptiness 
     that a step-child feels with dread.

I am the window of a mind lost in seeking
     for the answer to mankind.
I am the visions of future social missions
     for the chronically disinclined.
I am the memory of passing dire ships
     for cargos that malign.

I am the birth of a day without sun
     and a mother’s voice of guns.
I am the tainted trunk of a winter’s tree  
     that the midnight shuns.
I am Frankenstein with scissors of emotions 
     until I love someone. 

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November 5, 2022 at 10:19 AM
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