Monsters

I believe in monsters, i do,
Most people would call me crazy
But i could describe them to you,

Theres the dark wiry one,
He has claws for hands
His bones are made of iron, his scrawny figure impossibly heavy
He walks hunched over, crushed by his own weight
He's the one that stomped back and forth
Beside my bed when i was a child
His footsteps echoing, keeping me awake
Hiding under my blanket hoping he wouldn't find me
He has eyes like stars and his being exists like a forewarning of a nightmare
He torments your mind while awake
And you best not fall asleep
Because oh the horror he will inflict upon your dreams.
They call him insomnia and now that I'm older he has found a resting place on my back,
His claws wrapped around my shoulders pulling me ever closer to his misery

Then there is the tiny red one
Who took up residence in my chest
Long before i could understand the havoc she wrecked
She is fueled by chaos and she feeds on stress
Her movements are erratic
And a constant stream of words buzz from her skin
She fills you with doubts
Shouting and drowning all else out
She hates to be quite or still
They call her anxiety
Her end goal is destruction
And i fear to often she wins

Then there is the gray one
He Is all soft edges
A looming shadow that latches to you when you least expect
He is entirely neutral, the very absence of feeling
Existing in the restless pain of nothingness
His appearance is that of a shadow filled with memories 
He drains your energy and feasts on motivation
Your body will be aching
Crushed under the invisible weight of him
Taking everything you have
Pulling you into his gray while stealing your light
They call him depression
And he scares me the most
Because together after they have taken your every ounce of fight
He is the one that hands you the knife.

Reviews

[Gray]

I know about the monsters under the bed and in the brain. Nice writing here for sure.

[Carolynn]

Wow - I think it's such an intriguing take on 3 suffocatingly horrible issues and since way back many centuries ago (haha) when I was a kid I had monsters that visited me at night - I was able to really appreciate the image you gave to each of these - describing them quite brilliantly I might add :) so well done - keep editing if you must but I think you've got something great here - the ending was creepy but in a believable way - seriously good stuff :)

[Jacob Clifford]

Very interesting take on a popular topic. I think making physical these emotional demons gives a very different perspective. The characteristics you gave each "monster" fit saddeningly well. I especially liked the final lines for each insomnia and depression. These things really are monsters, aren't they? I haven't ever thought of them in that way, which is exactly the point of those three opening lines.

[Fading-to-Gray]

they definitely are monsters, and i think to often we forget that unless we are/have personally struggled with them. I wrote the insomnia part a few months ago, but i feel the others could still use a bit of editing, but this is one of the most tiring things I've ever written.
thank you very much for your review, i always appreciate the feedback :)