Monster in the Closet
There is a monster in the closet
I run to you and beg you not to go
I tell you the monster is waiting for me
You tell me not to worry
It was a just a dream
Go back to bed
and you kiss my head
The door closes behind you
I am all alone with the monster
He tells me
I told you so
No one will believe me
Tears roll down my cheek
The monster smiles
and the nightmare begins again
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Last Place You Look | 0 | 06/12/2009 |
| Pen and Paper | 0 | 05/30/2009 |
| Time and Distance | 1 | 05/26/2009 |
| Monster in the Closet | 0 | 05/24/2009 |
| Broken and Torn | 0 | 05/17/2009 |
| I am | 1 | 05/10/2009 |
| Torn | 0 | 05/10/2009 |
| Dear Mother | 1 | 05/03/2009 |
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