Inside me

Inside me

Most of my poetry is about me I guess, but this was written just for the fun of it.

Inside me

There is something growing inside of me
I can feel it move from time to time,
it feels cold and moist,
as it slowly feeds on my inward parts.

No one believes me as I go through the day,
seeking help,
begging,
screaming at times,
yet all that happens is they turn away.

It grows now more quickly
soon it will be let loose,
those who did not believe me
will soon learn what it is like,
to give birth to that which lives within.

The pain of being seeded by such a monster,
is nothing to what happens as time moves on,
as the body shrinks from being devoured from within.

Hush, can you hear it?
I can no longer feel pain,
only pressure as it claws it's way out,
my rib cage will soon burst outward,
O happy moment
when blessed death will claim me.

Woe to those who did not believe
it is now too late for them,
soon that is all we will become
hatcheries for that which lies within.