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Jun 2017
The monsters under our beds never left
They got bigger and stronger as we got older
Unlike what the movies said
We was told they were suppose to leave
They were gonna leave us alone and let us live
But the monsters under our beds never left

The ghosts in our closets never died
They became louder with words and learned more actions
They found ways to escape in the cracks
And crept up on us in the worst of times
We were always hoping they were gonna pass along
But the ghosts in our closets never died

The night-lights beside our beds burnt out
It was advertised as never ending
Suppose to protect me from the demons
Keep the light in and dark out
We were always happy when it shined
But the night-lights beside our beds burnt out

The crack under our doors only got bigger
Not physically of course but they somehow allowed more things through
The door is suppose to block out the bad people
Its suppose to protect me from the unwanted
And always keep me safe
But the crack under our doors only got bigger

Our dads always got stronger
We were told parents are suppose to be there for you
Protect you from the imaginary things
But he became the monsters and he became the ghosts
I tried to keep myself safe
But our dads always got stronger

We became more scared
Growing old is suppose to mean growing out of childhood terrors
But the monsters never left
The ghosts never died
The night-lights burnt out
The cracks got bigger
He became stronger
And we are now always terrified
I’ve posted this before but it was my first poem so not many people saw it and since I am proud of it, I thought I would post it again.
Devan Ducasse
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Devan Ducasse  18/F/Ontario, Canada
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