![]() The Cruel RealityA Poem by SeventhAs a kid my biggest fears were monsters in the closet, ghosts watching me sleep, and demons hidden in my walls. I may have watched a few too many scary movies, but every child’s dreams are occasionally haunted by these irrational fears. Sometimes I would lie awake and peer into the darkness, paranoid of every breath and stretch of a house older than my parents. Waking up in the middle of the night drenched in cold sweat on a summer night, I would open my eyes slowly to give whatever was watching me a chance to find a place to hide. These were the works of an overactive imagination and a stubborn child who wouldn’t listen when he was told to stay away from daddy’s movies. Eventually these fears faded and I have long since forgotten about the monsters and ghosts that haunted my dreams. Now, when I hear a creak in the floor or a noise from my basement, my mind doesn’t immediately jump to unimaginable horrors. Now, it goes to a man; a man breaking into my house, a man who wants to harm me or my family, a man desperate enough to injury me in order to steal, or simply a man with pure bloodlust. Every hour, every minute this real-life horror happens to others. Is it still paranoia? Is the fear still irrational?
The moment reality becomes darker
and more demented than fantasy is when your childhood is over. Your innocence is
taken. You have been thrust into a world where man is far scarier than any monster,
ghost, or demon. © 2015 SeventhAuthor's Note
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