The Monster

A Poem by Pallavi

Our enemies can be our friends if we look at them with positivity.

Little monster under the bed,
All this while you've been my friend
I took till today to realize
You've been training me
For the real fright
The real monsters
contemplating, lip licking
Right next to me they're sitting
Smiling, sweet talking
Till they need a little treat;
Then they're busy gnawing at me
All this while I never saw
Their razor teeth, their vicious paws
Their rumbling laughter as they taste
My dying soul, which they want to take
This way I'm soon to die,
They'll eat me while all I do is cry
Little monster under the bed,
My only love,
Give me your help
I want to be vicious too
Furry, dark, strong, hungry
Just like you
Lift me off this stranded ground
Take me in, I'll make you proud
With every scar, and every hole
I've taken into my damaged soul
I'll build the anger, the pain, the dread
I'll become like you, my dear friend
Together we'll be a lethal sight
Deathly roars, fury and spite
Together we'll be fatal too
We'll take them all, just me and you
Every scar I will avenge
My dying shadow will come for revenge
And you can feast
On those ugly beasts
You can take their lives
Just like they took mine
Monster, I beg you
Or I'll be dead by tomorrow
End my pain, end my sorrow
Make me a nightmare, too
Make me strong, cruel, you
So I can stand on my own two feet
So I can fight back those beasts
So tomorrow when they expect me dead
I'll crawl in, snarling, ready for revenge
All this while, I took your help
You've trained me well, my dear friend
But I can be more, I'm yet to sprout
I'll make you proud, just bring me out
Little monster, under the bed
My darling monster,
My dear friend.