Outside my bedroom door.
A monster awaits.
It plays with the handle, unlocking it from the other side.
A shadow desends upon the lightly lit room.
One I recognize.
It is my monster.
It begs me to dance and play and I beg in return. "Please not tonight. Please not ever. I cannot dance with you monster."
It pounces.
Throws my sheets in the air and they become a circus tent.
And I become the entertainment.
Confusion spiralling out of control as I pass out during my performance.
I hear the ring master. The monster.
Laughing.
The blankets fall around me and I cannot breathe.
It's hands grasping tightly as though it's trying to crumble what's left.
When he leaves the room, with the door unlocked.. he is no longer a monster.
He's just another man whose made me play the part of contortionist.
Bending to his will.
Just another man.
Who has shattered my rebuilt innocence.
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Poems of Life
PoetryThese are poems I have written about everything happening around me and in the world.
