Hidden Monster

I have heard of many lives destroyed by the prongs of evil in the world. I believe it is time for people to see how this hurts those around us. I wrote this poem in my advanced poetry class, we were asked to write something real and raw, and this is what I wrote:

Hidden Monster

Boxy, portable, and full of viruses

Secret, addictive, and fills the mind

Closed behind a door, connected through wires,

And accessible in every home

PORNOGRAPHY  

 

I’m done sugar coating it

I’m through trying to be nice

I’m finished trying to believe it doesn’t exist

IT DOES!

IT, hurts, you want to know how:

IT, leaves a mother with her children alone, trying to raise a

family where it’s not complete

IT, creates falsehoods in a girls mind

 thinking the only way to a man’s heart

is to bare it all and nothing more

IT, leads a man to think his manhood is

benign to

a web of wires and a homepage

IT, abandons your daughter or son to a life full of

disappointment and isolation of a childhood

never to be returned

LEAVE IT!

I am here and I am full of

veins that carry blood to my heart

 that will beat only for you,

but you don’t hear the rhythm

I have a mind full of intricate pathways

that will lead to extraordinary places,

but will never be explored, by you

 

HOWEVER,

 You will forget all of that, just to gravitate toward

A cold, hard, emotionless machine, only to find

Its modem has never loved you, let alone,

Known you even exist

CRASH IT!