In the Dark

In the dark and in the cold,

my spirit goes where the monsters go.

 

Through the cracks in the wall,

between the boards in the floor,

even through gaps in the closet door,

I steal away 'til the break of day

and go to the place where the monsters play.

 

My soul is old and weathered dark.

It seeks out places where monsters bark.

 

In the hot desert sands,

or in the arctic snows,

or the island where the moai rose,

I hide away from the glowing lights

and explore the monsters' land of frights.

 

In the dark and in the cold.

my spirit goes where the monsters go.

Reviews

[deeps]

I really enjoyed this write here,
I really enjoyed your second stanza.
This is very well written and very well expressed.

"My spirits go where the monsters go"
I love that line. Almost like saying, Fading in and out.
Wonderful write here.

[Ed Hart]

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