Title: Alone
by Jenna from Staffordshire | in writing, poetry
Alone and forgotten,
Lost and afraid;
Trapped in this darkness,
My deformity unscathed.
My heart so heavy,
This pain...too much;
Forgotten by the world,
No name, no touch.
This evil drifts around me...
Poison in the air;
I will never be free,
Drowning in despair.
Fleshes rage, old age,
Why would any man lament?
A wretch, a fool,
The devils contempt.
Atoned to this feeling,
Of Woe and tears;
The solemn silence,
Of these fears.
A Gothic poem I wrote based on the Monster is Mary Shelley's novel Frankenstein.
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