Monsters
A nice breeze on a summer day
Bright flowers fall away
They wither under the sun’s intruding rays
What are the monsters that come?
Thoughts rebound again and again
A new challenge, I am condemned Sleepless nights, mistakes to amend
The door is open, why would the monsters come?
Flashes of sorrow dance around
This terrible feeling is newfound
I gently cry as I fall to the ground
The door is open, pray the monsters don’t come.
Relentless obsessions run on repeat
My head is bowed, I admit defeat
Careful for what lurks beneath
Close the door, so the monsters don’t come.
Knives may slash, feelings in jars
My mind’s gone, went to Mars
Lose control, senseless scars
The door is closed, still the monsters come.
Darkness clouds my brain
Horrible thoughts pour down like rain
Stumbling through all the pain
Door shut tight, might the monsters come.