The Monster

 

The monster came

At the same time each night.

The monster came

When dark conquered light.

The monster came

Creeping, covered by gloom.

The monster came,

A creature from the tomb.

 

Every night, the little girl

Of no more than four

Hid under the bed

As it came through the door.

Every night, the little boy

Cried into the dust,

Unable to know

That his pain was unjust.

 

Yes, every night, the monster came,

Shielded from sight by dark and by flame.

Dusk after dusk, in shadow and shame

The monster entered to play its game.

 

No home was safe, nowhere secured,

For the monster entered in a way all obscured –

From within the depths of the innocent flask

The monster made the addict do its task.

 

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

yes so nice words to describe a very sad situation,the father ,alcoholic monster who came in the dark to frighten the small children i loved the way you put,no home was safe the monster came within the innocent flask,the monster made the addict do its task,just wonderful really

[Shadows of Sight]

This was a fantastic way to discribe the feelings and fears of children who have an alcoholic parent. The flow was perfect. I felt it allowed for the power of the moment to build untill the fear was at the most intense, when the allusion to alcoholism was made via the flask.

Great Intense Poem! Kudos!

Nature's Essence

[Andromeda]

wow! this deserves ten creep drawings.