Poetry

The Monsters In the Dark

Everyone says

they're scared

of the dark

but

we

are

only

Scared

of

what

we

can't

See.

We are scared

of what might be with us

when we are

unprotected

helpless

exposed

alone.

We manage to convince ourselves of the impossible.

we know the monsters under our beds

are just wisps in the air,

figments of our imaginations

but they still manage to claw at our throats

with talons that could kill

and fangs that drip with blood

and they reach into the place where they know

they can hurt us most.

And then they disappear

into thin air.

As if they were

Never.

Even.

There.

But they take what is most

Important.

What we need

in order to

breathe

love

live.

and we

Never

Get

It

Back.

And the demons that possess us

in our most vulnerable moments

convince us

that they are not real,

that they are just our nightmares

coming to haunt us

but what we don't realize

is that they don't just attack in our dreams.

And no one understands

that the dark is not our monster.

The Monsters

Are

In

The

Dark.