Monster

This poem is not about me, it's based on a book called "Crank" by Ellen Hopkins

Heavy chest and clouded mind,
I float not breathing, dying, in a sea of black,
Depression, caused by a monster.
The white powder dancing on the rims of my nose,
Burns, but burns so gently,
this monster, taking control of me, shaping me completely,
I no longer want to be held down by this white monster,
I need oxygen, I need air.
Opening brand new eyes and finding strength in my mistakes,
I struggle but fully regain myself,
Thrusting out of my monster's sea of black nothingness,
I am free, I am new, and I am stronger,
No longer will this monster control me.


© 2015 Alicia Wilson

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