I saw it with my own eyes
I saw the moment Merle became a person again
And yet, initially, sadness had overtaken me from him being originally stripped of this gift
The sadness of him receiving it back is what has stuck with me
Because in the place of a man, I saw a monster’s birth
And he’s not a monster due to lack of human in him
But due to the oh so ironic fact there is too much human in him
He became all emotion, there was no animal in him
No instinct to survive or of self preservation
There was nothing earthly about him, for he became all of the mind, allowing it to swallow him whole and yet never allowed to reach the stomach of whatever cruel beast he had lost to
I witnessed his first suicide, one that by definition turned him into a zombie as he was walking around with eyes so dead it’s surprising they haven’t rotten in his skull
The beast he ran from caught him, those types of beast always do
And though he believed to have been well prepared
In the time of battle, he had nothing but dead sticks and river stones, only being able to kill whatever was small enough to be below them
I witnessed the creation of a monster not created by the divine
A creature that is not supposed to walk this earth
A being in so much pain that in lashing out he gnaws at his own arm as no one will stand close enough to him
A person ripped of himself, leaving only a shell that searches for rest
In another time, another life
This creature was never born
And the person it consumed would know nothing of it
Yet here we stand, in this time and in this life
And I bare witness as the creature lays on its back to keep him from reaching his stomach and allowing him to be properly consumed and destroyed, keeping him hostage
I see Merle today and I see the dead eyes that has always met mine and yet it is until now I am sickened by what I see
The maggot making itself present in his socket was the first true sign of the end
So I must tell you goodbye monster who wears human skin
Or is it better to describe you as a human within a monster, keeping you there out of its own selfish needs?
But what difference does that make in the end?
I can no longer witness the murder of you
So I leave the side of your cage that has kept me safe through all of these years
And I weep as I leave
Knowing my pocket is heavy with one of the many keys to your prison
- Author: Ace (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 8th, 2023 01:56
- Comment from author about the poem: Merle is a character of mine who has quickly became one to use in “vent” works. He’s great, just not having a great time.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 2
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