Monster first attempts

Monster

Thinking of Narrative Poetry.  I've been thinking about it and came upon a Ralph Fletcher poem about being in a supermarket.  It was titled The Bravest Deed.  So before this idea slips from my brain, I thought I'd get out a little before I retire for the night.

Monster

By Maureen Ucles

I couldn't believe

 my eyes really

Shocked and perplexed

Stuck in a whirlwind

lost in time

Thought I was looking through

cloudy, murky lenses 

so convexed

couldn't quite

be real

what I was 

witnessing

Went over to see my friend

Chris

We were playing some card games

maybe Shutes and Ladders

Monopoly or Trouble

Don't remember quite well
all I know is that 

could described as hell

what  did occur

next

in the living room

Life was normal

a few minutes before

any normal evening

easy 

going

people watchin'

TV  and kicking back

'round 7pm

All of the sudden
Out of nowhere

emerged

A red eyed

angry

adult
 malicious

monster

Six feet in height

filled with rage, rage, rage
about to explode with pure unrelenting fury

Were we too loud?

I didn't think so

No one shushed us

No one said,
"Go in the other room!
Shhhh!

Quiet! Daddy's sleepin'!"

In an instant

out of the corner of my eye
I caught Chris
 flying

without any wings of his own

flying into the wall

head first into the dark, brown, ancient, crumbling paneling

CRASH!

That old monster

picked him up
by the seat of his pants

hurled him through the air

like a shot put or discus
without any care

cross the room

for no reason

no reason

at all

That monster
that

cruel
unforgiving

red- eyed
poor-excuse-for-human-being

malicious

monster
literally
threw
Chris
as if he were a toy to be discarded
Chris
little innocent Chris
into a wall

Chris?

He didn't do anything

wrong

nothing

at all

nothing

at all

Why?

Why?

Why?

That monster made him

fly

fly 

fly

Poor, poor

poor

 Chris

got up

wiped the dust from

his  pants

and his long sleeved Evil Kineval shirt

with an uncomfortable

half smile, half scared

look
at
me

Didn't know why

couldn''t understand
 trembling

I excuse myself

walk

then

run

out of his house

stunned

stunned

crippled with fear

Why?

Why?

Why?

Opened my front door

Safety at home

Breathed deeply

Tried to erase

all from my mind 

wiped the frightened tears

off my 8 year-old face

Thinking, thinking, thinking

'bout Chris

inconsolable
I was
kept thinking

Nothing he did

just being a kid

playing 

playing

playing
not so loud

Why?

Why?

Didn't someone please

stop that monster?

Cruel, ugly

red-eyed
digusting

monster