There
is a monster
But
he is not
under your bed
nor in the
closet
He does not
hide in the darkness
Or creeps
on the floor
He does not
peek
in your window
Or knocks
on your door
He is not
the one
with sharp teeth
and
long claws
He is not
a friend
but
a foe
This
monster
eats not
your flesh
but
your sanity
He creates
wounds
on your mind
And you create
wounds
on your skin
He
holds you
on the neck
and pulls you
in the dark
He covers
your eyes
and
muffles
your mouth
"
Die,"
He whispered
And by your fears he will be fed
And this
monster
i
s not
under your bed
under your bed
The
monster
is inside
your
mind
YOU ARE READING
Unfixed
PoetryCompilation of my self-written poems, proses and one liners. -Aliah Rodelas
