Monsters


 

There only exists me and nobody else,

They told me about monsters,

A hideous and unkind; hiding right beside me,

I thought they must be lying…cause of course monsters don’t exist right?


I now walk on a desolate path,

Devoid of empathy and kindness,

I used to be kind; I used to be have a heart,

They why don’t I feel anymore,

The cries people that shattered my soul,

Now feel so deafening like a screeching pest,

I want to puke at what has become of me.


I’m freezing cold and I see them so warm and bright,

I want to scream till my breath gives out,

I wish to feel and to be what I once was,

But it now seems to be a distant image of what I used to be,

Will I forget that too?


As I turn older I get more tired,

A sense of dread; A wave of misery shadows over me,

I feel so small, It feels like drowning in my emotions,

But for some reason unbeknownst to me,

I feel comfort and warmth,

At the bottom of the ocean that now drowns me.


I think they were right,

Monsters truly do exist and I feel their very presence,

Every single day I feel them more,

Closer and closer every day,

And they seem to understand me,

They aren’t ruthless and scary…

They are simply a reflection of me.

Maybe what they warned me about was me.


Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win 

-Stepehn King


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