Monsters

Youngsters are afraid
Of monsters under the bed
They flip the switch
Darkness snarls
Curling around the room
Their tiny feet
Swiftly pitter patter
Diving under the sheets
Wrapping themselves in
warmth and safety

But what of the monsters
With innocent, plain faces
Or the demons inside of my head
They aren't limited to the
Underside of my bed

There is no blanket of security
No armor of warmth
No where to burrow
From the fears
Clenching my insides

Only all consuming darkness
With no light to banish
The monsters away
Just me and my demons
Floating through another day

Reviews

[Relic]

It is our minds that create monsters. And yet, sometimes they don't want to leave.

Scary.