Mummy Why won't you bring me Oh bring me home? That vile red liquid Makes you horrible And mean
It always makes the shadows seem darker More frightening More real
This place is dark This place is scary This place is dank This place isn't home And the only person who can bring me home Is you But you're stuck, Forever looking inside that Monster bottle of yours And not at *me
This is a poem version of story I am currently writing about a young boy who sees 'Monsters.'