Gallimaufry

Burrowing Monsters

It's a horrible thing to be

Faced with your own fallibility

Knowing it's smeared across the walls and faces

Of everyone who judges you

Before you even complete your stumble

The dark little monster burrows into

Your heart, eating your courage

Yelling, whispering, warning you to...

Run.Hide.Pretend.

Those you warned, whom you asked,

For relief for your flagging strength

Those who propped you up on unsteady

Legs and weighed down your burden

They're the same that hunt you, tear you

When you are too weak to carry on

It's your fault, your stumble

And the dark little monster burrows

Deeper, crying that it's theirs...

Theirs theirs theirs.

It belongs to those that smell your blood

So I seek to lay here, defeated

Let the monster go, out through my mouth and

Sink into the broken ground around me

Until my courage grows back.

And my power is what I control

Not the monsters or hunters,

But me.