Monsters

When I was a child, I put my mattress on the floor,
the monsters under my bed would reside there no more.
But somehow they stayed, and found home instead,
by crawling through my ears and living inside my head.

They brought with them the nightmares, from which I tried to hid,
I couldn't push them out, even though I tried and tried.
I'd wake up in the morning, and feel so sad and blue,
then I had to fight those feelings, that's how they get to you.

One day some years later, on the boardwalk I took a stroll,
I came upon a little boy, eyes as black as coal.
He smiled with teeth of venom, hiding behind lips of red,
and I knew in that moment, happiness was dead.

Lay my head down on my pillow, as I drift away to sleep,
sending to the stars above, my secrets they will keep.
For I know that I won't wake up, in the morning light.
Sickness has taken over, and I have lost the fight.

I look down on my family, crying holding hands,
I wish that I could hold them, in my arms again.
Tell them that I love them, say I'm sorry I had to go,
But they fought the battle by my side, and I know that they know.

They say that there's a white light, after all the pain.
But all I see is darkness, and I'm scared what it may bring.
I may wander aimlessly, for the rest of time,
but I lived life to the fullest, with these monsters of mine.

Reviews

[Emily]

I love the story it tells!
Well done!!

[Victoria Mae]

Thank you :)