Thirteen little years
I can't remember day one
Or day two, three, four
But I remember the first day
That I was truly scaredIt wasn't because of monsters
Hiding under my bed
But monsters
Hiding in my headAnd I was alone
In this dark place
All alone
With untamed demons in my headI remember
It was the seventh day
The seventh year
But I kept quietI'm still quiet
Six years later
Next year will be seven years
Isn't seven supposed to be a lucky number?Born the seventh
Died the seventh
Resurrected by seven
Seven angel who didn't let me goHas it been thirteen years,
Or an eternity?
'Cause it sure fells like it
All alone in this dark place called mindI remember yesterday
And the day before
But I can't remember
The innocent daysThose days
When the only monsters I had to fear
Where under my bed
And not in my head
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Life in a few words
Poetry"You can't summarise life with just a few words." "Watch me." Just a little poem book Started: May 2020