. . .
so many thoughts left unsaid
(are you, are you afraid of the monsters
lurking,
waiting,
(always) watching (with luminous eyes) beneath your bed?)
EX PLO D I NG
into amaranth red
. . .
you
cannot help but
supress
them
with all of your
might
but all you can do is keep them out of
s i g h t )
(o u t of sight, o u t of mind-------
that's the kind of mask you hide behind)
(( coward,
you //w h i s p e r // to y o u r s e l f,
but cannot be heard,
no,
not over the ROARING of your {mind.} ))
. . .
i'm
not gonna lie,
i'm
not gonna hide------
really, i'm actually
t e r r i f i e d
of the
M O N S T E R
i n s i d e
i'm
trying
YOU ARE READING
a litany of ruminations
Poetry{poetry collection} s c a t t e r e d dreams and drifting thoughts, oh, not everything is what it seems... (not necessarily from my own thoughts)
