Who's There

Who's There

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Who's There


behind the eyes
the real vision occurs
nightmares that glow 
in a monster's closet

i am the child under the covers
i am the parent with the flashlight
i am the monster hiding inside myself

and you won't stop staring
because you know me

and i really don't.



erin-cilberto
11/12/17

© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto


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Ah, yes! Sometimes we ourselves are the last to know! I.I.

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

almost always, we are...subjective eyes vs. objective eyes, i suppose.
thank you, I.I.
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Isabella Ivy

6 Years Ago

Sure. Enjoyed it :)
The subconscious knows us more than we know ourselves, perhaps and yet that wisdom within is only ever an experience away :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your insights, Poppy...

j.
love it jacob...well said ...deep thoughts ...kind of provocative ...especially appreciate the view of nightmares that glow in the monsters closet .. pretty cool thought ..
E.

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your words, E.
j.
Our fears, our secret thoughts come into being. Fear of the unknown is a fear in itself!

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your insights, kitty.
j.
kitty

6 Years Ago

No problem!
Do you think you know me?
Judged by passing jokes, or comments.

Do they see your fear?



Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your reflections, Jon.

j.
i am the child under the covers
i am the parent with the flashlight
i am the monster hiding inside myself

mmmm.... guess its hard for us to understand our own monsters... we try to find them outside us..

nice read :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your insight, Galadriel.
j.
Isn't is strange how we think we know how and what we are but can't strip by the layers that others can to see what lurks... I've always thought a cracked mirror shows more of self than a polished, beautifully framed one.. Perhaps the dressings distract, perhaps we see the whole but not the truth.

You use words so cleverly, j. metaphorically decorous without bending the rules. This is n intriguing read.. could mean more than it seems.
' ..you know me .. and i really don't.'

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, em.
j.
I don't think they make nightlights for these kind of things. It would have to be fueled by the very thing we run from anyways. No escaping that. Really enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Joe.
j.
While you may not know yourself, it helps to know you don't know.
This intense portrayal illustrates the poet does know a lot about broken relationships. Admittedly, painfully-won and decidedly unenviable knowledge.
Hard-hitting stuff!

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your kind words, Jimmy...
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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