I need a nightlight for my head
for that's where the monsters hide
they once were all beneath my bed
but now they're all inside
I hear them moving in my brain
they won't let my thoughts be still
they're immune to all my treatments
all the medicines and pills
I try to make them go to sleep
when I lie down for the night
but it's their favorite time to stomp around
they won't turn off the light
they find most joy in sorting
my memories from years ago
the ones I had carefully stored away
un a box of 'things I wish I didn't know'
these monsters up inside my head
will never really leave
until they dig up all the memories
they're able to retrieve
so I guess that I could fight them
or I could listen while they teach
that the memories we can learn from the most
are the ones we placed just out of reach
these monsters can get tiring
but they keep me company in my head
and I think my thoughts would get lonely
if they lived under my bed
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The Silent
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way. *Please feel free to leave feedback and suggestions in the comments, thx...
