Nov 2020
Oh, sweet monsters,
filling pages
of infinite minds
left to wander
We of blissful comfort
wrapped in nightlight cloak
and blanketed fortune
hide from fiction
and dark reality
Never could it happen
"never to us"
we think in quiet reverie
of those missing,
murdered,
and lost
But my precious,
monsters of man and woman
with blackest heart
and deadest eyes
do walk among us
Stay basked in bedlight
and wrapped in crocheted armor
and pray we stay
the lucky ones
filling pages
of infinite minds
left to wander
We of blissful comfort
wrapped in nightlight cloak
and blanketed fortune
hide from fiction
and dark reality
Never could it happen
"never to us"
we think in quiet reverie
of those missing,
murdered,
and lost
But my precious,
monsters of man and woman
with blackest heart
and deadest eyes
do walk among us
Stay basked in bedlight
and wrapped in crocheted armor
and pray we stay
the lucky ones
This poem was inspired by my recent obsession with true crime podcasts and my continued deep dive into abnormal psychology for my licensure. It is terrifying and fascinating what horrors have happened around the corner from us without our knowledge. We never know until it is televised on the evening news. Stay safe, stay warm, and stay smart. You decisions keep you happy and home.
(37/M/Minneapolis)
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