There's a Monster In My Closet
There's a monster in my closet.
It lurks around waiting for me
to sleep.
It peeks through the crack in
the door.
It's angry and dark.
It destroys what it does not like
and in the end it destroys me.
The monster is becoming
impatient.
Soon the closet doors will open
and it will release it's anger on
everything that has ever hurt
it.
But the monster knows if this
happens, it could end up
hurting itself.
My eyes flutter, trying to send
me to sleep.
But I hold my eyes open,
contemplating what would
happen if I let the monster
free.
Would that destroy it?
Or would I turn into the
monster?
Every night, me and the
monster have tea parties as I
let it slip into my mind only for
the night.
In the morning it returns to the
closet where I make it stay.
I remind myself not to open
the doors, I don't need to
change.
What I'm wearing is fine.
This outfit hides the monster
inside of the closet...
Every failure, every bad name,
every embarrassment I throw
on the monster.
The monster despises me.
Why can't I let this monster
free?
Only when I am alone I can let
the monster breathe for no one
is there to receive it's pain
except me.
I am alone with the monster.
The monster in my closet.
I hold back the monster.
I hold back the pain.
I hold back every tear and
every punch hoping it will go
away but it only makes the
monster stronger.
Will the monster ever go?
Will it ever be free?
Will it ever destroy me?
Or is it already destroying me?
Slowly.
Slowly.
Through the mind.
It lurks in the closet.
It peeks through the cracks.
Foreshadowing the monster's
RELEASE.
Copyright © Ainsley Castleberry | Year Posted 2014
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