Book Of Poem's

Abyss Below

There is a darkness underneath our beds.

With a withered hand, that grabs at our uncovered legs.

It latches on when we are weak, it drags us down below.

Down in the abyss, down o' so low.

Down where our monsters lurk, down where they weep,

This is the hand that keeps me awake when I wish to sleep.

And I fear mine has grabbed a hold of me, that its gripped me tight.

So I try but with no success, so I struggle as I might.

Yes I scream out for help, but with no avail.

And I am petrified that I will be dragged down to my hell.

Now I am falling towards the darkness so below.

Down where I will be tortured by monsters of my own.

So, with very little hope, I choose to scream.

That maybe this is all merely a terrible dream.

As I reach the bottom of the black hole below.

I see the monsters, but it is not who I expected it to show.

It was as If I was surrounded by mirrors, and I was terrified.

For the creature that had appeared was nothing less that I.

My greed, my hate, my lust, my pride and selfishness.

Everything about me I once thought was my bliss.

More than I ever could have imagined, it was horrific, so sickening.

The sight I saw was myself staring at me.

I wished that I could have escaped, but all I did was cry.

Yet as I started to weep, the river ran dry

After what seemed like a century, I stand to look around.

I start walking on the abyss that lies all throughout.

For I learned, that monsters are many in kind.

And through an eternal fall, I discovered that mine was I.