Not a Monster: a Nightcrawler Poem
Not a Monster: A Nightcrawler Poem
I could hear their voices
Carrying pitchforks and torches
The light guiding them through the dark
Towards me, their target, their mark.
They called me a monster, a freak
Shouting at me throughout the streets
But I was the one on the run
Not the one holding a gun.
They soon surrounded me
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to flee
I wanted to disappear
But my thoughts were clouded by fear.
Their weapons were raised
Their torches ablaze
My body went slack
Then everything became black.
I awoke with a start
My hand over my racing heart
I was in the institute, lying in my bed
With so many thoughts running through my head:
“I’m not a monster, I’m not a freak
I am strong, and I fight for the weak
I may look like a demon, a monster from Hell
But down those depths are not where I dwell.”
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Date: March 4, 2023
Name of Contest: Marvel and DC Superhero or Villain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Copyright © Candace Amaker | Year Posted 2023
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