Monster of My Mind

Sometimes the scariest monster is yourself.

I watch the clouds block out the moon

And leave the world in endless midnight

As one by one the stars wink out

Leaving me alone with my thoughts

The empty house creaks and groans

And shadows flash in corners

The lights don't work,

The doors won't close

And I'm left with my thoughts

That have me seeing monsters 

And ghosts in reflections

And I lay quietly

Eyes shut tight

Blankets pulled up

In hopes that will protect me

But the monster of my mind

Is not bothered by such physical, trivial

Protections against fear

And as I am lulled to sleep it takes over

So I dream of fear and anger

And leave all hope behind

And venture into the blackest night

Where only misery is to find

Author's Note

Any and all reviews are welcome

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

Well done, I enjoyed it I think this will go over very well.

[Celie Rose]

I really enjoyed reading your poem.The mind can be a monster. It can take you to the scariest places, trapped no way out surrendering to the fear. Keep writing. Well written.