the Forgotten Monster

I am the forgotten monster... left alone under some bridge incapable of scaring the tourists trampling above along my bridge; I dare not approach because with a weakened roar I have no scare tactic intense enough to incur fear yet still as the forgotten monster I am feared to relationships... I am the forgotten monster of friendships and love where hearts had built walls to protect oneself from the terror... I am the forgotten monster that once conquered all prey I haven't even been preyed on because down here in my slum the forgotten monster is as good as a dissolute fairy tale. I'm the forgotten monster no longer needed ---> appetites had changed; heck even hostess no longer has value to the name because like uneaten twinkies I am the forgotten monster that once fattened excitement and sparkled walkways on dates

!!!runaway forgotten monster!!!... its deeper than last place when you can't even place for a position in the lives once touched by my mere monstrous blink

*waving the shit out of my white flag*---> is there no end to this war?

becoming the forgotten monster was easy from heart breaks and disappointment... aiming to please without pleasing oneself was silly; with this I became the remnant... the Forgotten Monster

the forgotten monster now sinks back into the swamp below the bridge while the "innocence" above trots along whispering and snickering deflecting thoughts of the monster once known to be loved. tucking away in dark holes, I, the forgotten monster will no longer scare again...

{maybe if I kiss the frog I'll transform into the remembered love}