Unstoppable

This despicable monster lives inside me,
engorging itself on my lifeblood.
Day by day, I wonder what it will take from me next:
My first love?
My first ****?
Graduating high school?…
My parent’s faces? …their voices even…?

To this monster, my past
-and the emotions connected to it-
is a source of sustenance.
Every creature needs to feed.
So it is this creature feeds on me
and all that makes me who I am:

my memories.

I have no say in this matter
and try as I will I just cannot ward this beast away;
it is cemented in my foundation,
ensuring that everything I’ve built my entire life
will eventually come crumbling down.

In the fallout of this monster's fury,
I become a pile of rubbish
with pictures of who I used to be
floating in an invisible web,
their stories lost to time
while I’m lost to the monster.

“Take everything,” I challenge,
“but you’ll never destroy me.”
Strongs words from a mere mortal
to the inevitable, unstoppable beast.
In the end, I waver fearfully
knowing the truth of it all:

No matter how much I say no,
this monster will destroy me anyway
and people will just remember that
as who I was.

(Edited: 21 May 2019)