Poetry, Quotes, and Ramblings

Monsters

As I lie in my bed,

darkness surrounding me,

I try to fall asleep.

I can't,

because of the creaking of the floor,

the shadows projected on the walls,

the opening of the door,

and the terror that grips me.

If I close my eyes,

I can see the monsters under my bed,

hands grasping for me.

I tell myself monsters aren't real,

but that's a lie.

Monsters are inside us,

and sometimes they win.

(And that's the scary part).