i'd always been afraid of the dark;
of the blackness and not being
able to see. i'd always wanted to
be in control of everything surrounding
me. the feeling of uneasiness
as the creatures slowly creep
into small cracks and spaces
underneath my sheets. no one told
me that one day the monsters
would be unleashed. they would abandon
their prison under the bed and come above
to feast. but still, i see burning red
eyes and sunken cheeks. i hear raspy voices
that silence my pleas as they
bellowed out 'fresh meat'. how those monsters
smiled and cackled with obvious glee,
as they watch me squirm in my
feeble efforts to break free. i want
someone to turn on the
lights, please. turn on the lights so
i can escape these monsters that are
haunting me.
YOU ARE READING
Of Small Hours and Racing Thoughts
Poetryin which i write poetry to try and make you feel something.
