when i was little i was never afraid of monsters being under my bed. i was afraid of something coming through my door and making me watch as it tore me to shreds.
i guess you could say i never thought that the things i feared the most would hide and wait for me to sleep; but would come at me head on.
the worse possible way to live, knowing with absolution something was coming for you.
every shadow, every creak, recorded and seared into my memory. because what else are you suppose to do when your being hunted?
you try and hide.
YOU ARE READING
While Im Waiting
PoetryWhen the fight becomes too hard, and you need to know that your not the only one. I can tell you that, you sure as hell are never alone. Every person has their own personal hell, but how you perceive yourself going through it. That defines who you a...
