“Monsters”

~Esther Mitchell, 2003 ~

 

I know the faces of monsters,

That do not come creeping in the night,

Out of closets, from under beds,

With no purpose but to fright.

I know the faces of monsters,

That don’t hide from light of day,

They don’t creep, but they are cowards,

Who rip, and bleed, and prey.

I know the faces of monsters,

And they are also faces of men,

And boys who will never be men,

And with brutal torment,

Come at me again, and again, and again.

Monsters aren’t birthed from nightmares,

Nightmares are birthed from them,

To cling, like fingers wrapped around the throat,

Not letting screams out,

Not letting breath in.

Yes, monsters are very much real,

And every child knows this,

But some monsters are more real than others,

Some monsters, you can’t close your eyes tight,

And wish away into the night,

Because,

Not all monsters live in darkness,

Not all monsters are afraid of the light.

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