Mommy always told me that monster weren't under my bed
instead
made up in my head.
I shouldn't fear the all consuming darkness that laid awake while I slept
the figments of my imagination were a lullaby,
No I hadn't met the devil yet,
There was no one under my bed or in my head, real monsters where left unsaid
They walked about boastfully not having been ensnared
ravenous for more misery, without restraint they roamed about dominating my sanctuary
Invisible to the world they blend in
Sneers become smiles, scolds transform into laughter, crushing grips feel like hugs
Why can't anyone see them ?
They hide their true face until provoked and then I see it
Blood red like the petals of roses paint their eyes in cloudy malice
Perfectly still I wait
An internal war of survival, who will win ?
The twists of foreboding curdle in my stomach as I make myself a steel toed warrior
I wait
No army surrounds my encampment, I approach the devil alone
Puffs of steamy air escaping flared nostrils I anticipate the blow to come
Move into position and raise my eyes forward
My body not knowing fear I charge on
The eyes
The eyes that once haunt me appear desperate
Holding no power over me I rest my gaze
I bore into the cold soulless eyes that once loomed over me
Like the stare of an animal about to be slaughtered
I push past the monster
Mommy said monsters aren't under my bed or in my head
they live among us instead.
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Just Watch Me
PoetryA collection of poems about not laying down and letting life, circumstances beat you down. Get up, fight back and let the world watch you.
