monsters in the closet

guilt purely

the ghost of a thousand lurk in my closet

the ghosts of the things ive seen

the monsters that latched on to me and grasped

now lurk in the shadows obscene

i hide the sickness inside me

by putting a dirty stolen smile on my face

but the monsters are too deep down now

and i fear that they are suttly laced

i know that the monsters are hidden

and i know that there not really there

but if you release the monster inside me

blood will run and you will despair

although the ghosts of the souls that i stole

are safely hidden away

i fear that they will escape somehow

in some far off distant day

and tell someone of the things ive done or maybe to my dismay

they might follow me watching me waiting for me to sleep deep in the steeples at bay

so i run to the line of horizon

and paint my soul to the world

for the one thing i would never do

is purposely hurt that girl

Reviews

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Fantastic! I loved this poem, not only because what you wrote made sense and flowed rhythmically, it also rhymed. The last line definitely left an impact. This is poem that I will remember. Wonderfully written.
Great job!

[Kelz]

The Demons we create within us from the past are lurking.......... just waiting. I hope I can keep them at bay too........Good Write :)