There where never monsters in the closet
or under my bed, the only monsters
that I face are the ones that come at out in
the dark with the soft voices in my head.
The voices fight a battle between the
past and the present, the fears of my past
laughing as my future struggles to crawl
towards the dim light just like an infant.
But unlike the innocent infant I will
never reach the prize unless I learn to
face the shadows that claw my back carving
scars that I must hide with layers of lies.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
There where never monsters in the closet
or under my bed, the only monsters
that I face are the ones that come at out in
the dark with the soft voices in my head.
The voices fight a battle between the
past and the present, the fears of my past
laughing as my future struggles to crawl
towards the dim light just like an infant.
But unlike the innocent infant I will
never reach the prize unless I learn to
face the shadows that claw my back carving
scars that I must hide with layers of lies.
