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. Thanks for feedback.