Here’s My response:
I see the rage monster
you try to hide,
And I wonder if the monster
as you see it
is not but an injured animal within.
Injured animals strike
at anything within reach.
And as I refuse to leave your side...
Well perhaps you are not the monster
you think you are...
*note Right now this is sitting in the Kissed by Verse volume. I am not positive it fits the theme but I am also unsure it does not. My mind may change before publication of that volume.
the prompt can be found here
For though I had not written
in a score of days,
the pen seemed to have
a life of its own as I wrote
in a complete haze.
Poetry flowed loosely
from my mind as if I had
breached a dam at last.
the pen and I were
joined as one,
and I myself
found poetry done.
The Past
by Patricia Harris
the past is gone
forgotten,
repeating.
it leaves so many
feeling defeated.
it is not even happening
in a different way,
the past is gone...
so we will have to
live it all over again.
Pattimouse 