Monsters


Dark, cold and unrelenting

Fear, curling through the darkness like a fog

Panic, bubbling up and boiling over

Can’t see, can’t scream, can’t run

All the pain that adults can inflict on the young comes back in dreams.

Somehow the lock on the box is gone

The demons are loose creating havoc

On the unsuspecting, unaware of the forgotten hell 

That reveals itself in the dark of night.

Is this a memory or just the product of an overactive imagination?

And the better question…

How do we get the monsters back into the box.

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