imagination now and then

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Childhood was terrifying.

I still haven't forgotten
The monsters with black hair,
Red eyes glowing from underneath the bed.

I remember how everything was real,
Magic and all it's friends,
Dragons and demons who fed on little ones like me,
Out to get me as I slept.

Grown ups never explained
So I made my own truth,
My own reality,
With a depth of understanding I shall never get back.

As a child, I was strong.
When I didn't have a friend,
I imagined one and kept myself company.

Now we succumb to the crippling loneliness,
And seeking out friends created by our own minds,
Is either the worship of God
Or clinical insanity.

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