May 16, 2018
the monster
I know of a monster
that comes in the night
it creeps on the floorboards
as I turn out the light
Slithering softly
it reaches my bed
and with the stealth of a hawk
it enters my head
It whispers its words
wanders my brain
pushing me softly
and calling my name
In night I am captured
by the tongue of this beast
a slave to it’s speech
as I look to the east
As I hope to be free
to know myself once again
escape from deception
at the call of the ren
In morning I think of this
I realize that we
all have a monster
lurking where we can’t see
