A Piece Of My Heart

The Monster Under the Bed

I held my breath and
Crept to the edge of my bed.
All hot and sweaty and
With a fluttering heart.

I looked under my bed,
It was nothing
But Dark and Empty.
It was eerily calm like
The sky before a storm.

Then I saw a shadow
Lurking behind
The faded glow of
My night shade lamp.

I shrieked and jumped back.
But the room fell silent
As if there was no Living thing
in my room at that moment.

Then I peeked again,
Mustering up my courage.
I saw the same Shadow, again!
This time I stood my ground.

It had no eyes, no mouth,
No features to define it,
Nothing but Hades black,
Absorbing all the darkness around it,
As if it was becoming
a darker hue of black.

If it had any eyes,
I could swear it was
Staring into my very soul.

I tilted my head, confused,
'why isn't it attacking!', I thought.

But the monster just
tilted it's head
Like it was studying me, dissecting me.

I felt a chill go down my spine.
I held out my hand
In front of my face
To protect myself from
An impending attack,
But to my surprise
The monster did the same.

I shook my head, confused.
Did the monster just shook it's head?
'I think I'm sleep deprived,
seeing things that are not there',
I said to myself.

But each day, at night,
I would look out
For the monster under my bed
And I'm greeted by
The same lurking figure
In the darkness.

But what I still hadn't
Figured out was that
The monster under my bed
Was me all along.