Fear
fear is the last pod of innocence
the wakening of a child
a frightened child buried beneath the covers
Praying
praying for that monster to subside
see the terror ripe in our eyes
to fall to his knees and die
Please
'please let his blood run cold'
my mother cries and guards her young
and I listen to that song in my head
it's in that song i hide
Scared
scared as we huddle in that dark room
our bodies shiver in unison
as the stair case creaks and the monster climbs
Mumbling
mumbling profanities as he trudges upwards
no place to hide in the last bedroom
nothing but the peaceful song inside my head
it's in that song i hide
Strength
strength keeps me from breaking down
and showing him the fear he craves to see
I must show the strength my mother shows for me
Dead
dead he lies when he finally falls
into the pit of his creation
and we too scared to even look at his sedated body
And i no longer need to sing
Gruel
gruel still streams from his gaping mouth
his foul hole oozing a few days drinking
where the monster grew from a man that day
let him choke for air is all I pray
Beneath
beneath those covers waiting for light
to pierce the corner of my window pane
those tiny facades to bring me from darkness
those moments I feel the fear fall away
Shame
shame will cover him when he comes too
and quiet regret that the monster showed his face
all brought by those small facades of light
and he will try to make it right
Fading
fading shadows take away the fear
where ghouls and ghosts should be
as all day I watch that sun sailing west
dreading the sight of the shadows dying
Knowing
knowing that the darkness will return
and that stench of whiskey will waft again
up along the staircase and evade the dreams
of the sleepless child who longs to scream in the night.
Instead
I will hide in that song again.
Clifton Redmond
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-monster-that-comes-with-night/
