Poetry

Monsters Come From Within

The darkness creeps up behind me

and tries to swallow me whole.

There are monsters in my closet,

and they want my soul.

The hairy one in the corner

and the creepy one under my bed

both want me for breakfast,

because they need to be fed.

They say it won't hurt,

and tell me not to cry.

As long as I cooperate,

they'll be gentle, or at least they'll try.

One day I won't be here,

Soon I will cease to be.

I just want you to know what happened,

please don't make fun of me.

The hairy one in my closet,

the creepy one under my bed,

and the tall one in the window

all need to be fed.