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Shackles nor chains, can't change what it is.....
Never was it, the one hiding under the bed, 
It was me, tired of it getting inside my head
.... I can still feel, the groping at my feet,
Pulling me from under the sheet,
A victim to your personality 
Nothing can, uninstall these walls
--- Walls of bricks, that can't be taken down

On the night, I've learned of your return 
My bones began to shiver, as they too shudder,
   remembering every black tinge feeling left behind. 
Before the bricks, your filth put my innocence into your victim's box
Without a voice, I fell with no one to rescue me...
Sometimes, I wondered who else had to look into its heinous eyes
Nights without security, you crept in' with every morning cry
With nowhere to hide, I found myself constantly victimized.  

Nefarious, at my bedside, how did I manage to survive?
Unwanted communication, stole my youthfulness away,  
So young, yet persistent diabolical stories hide inside
Bones turned into a tomb of stones
Decayed and withered years, never to be unveiled
Some stain will never wear off or be forgotten
The monster, I once helped shut down,
Soon to return on another bedside,
Now, someone else will close their eyes, 
   And hear the monster's whisper, "Shh, don't tell, or else!"

And just to think for a moment I felt safe,  the air felt different
Now, I feel dirty all over again, 
No one can fix or put the ease back to sleep.....
Just as long as it still LIVES'


#Monsters Living in Our Society 
#Let's take them down one by one

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 11/12/2019 10:24:00 AM
like your poem linda as ive always said you have great expression I am sorry that you have been hurt usually bullies are bullied them self's its a horrible feeling that a lot of people are still subjected to this hope you are well not been on soup since 2017 as was very ill in hospital hope you are back on here soon David Scott xxx
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Date: 10/29/2019 4:38:00 PM
Well written piece Poet..Always find your writing to be very creative and emotionally driven. Great job my friend, great to see you are still at it. Best Wishes, Jess
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Date: 10/21/2019 2:39:00 AM
Hello you still writing?
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Date: 10/8/2019 5:58:00 PM
"Shs don't tell" tells it all. That all I have to say about that.
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Date: 9/24/2019 7:25:00 AM
A fine write my friend. Let the fiend know he has not completely destroyed you and you are no longer afraid. All bullies are cowards at heart and if we fight them they will go away. they may try to intimidate you at first but when they see the more they try to hurt you the more you will fight they have to give up. See they prey on the helpless for a reason. Great job. God Bless, JB
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Date: 7/17/2019 8:57:00 PM
I think you're write was beautiful Monster made me feel as though, whatever was broken is now restored. I just want to say thank you this poem had made my day.
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Date: 7/2/2019 9:22:00 AM
People walking around with their blank facades or shivering within a smoke-filled bubble surrounding their head. We don’t see in. They can’t see out. O pitiless, remorseless world that daily ignores the death of innocence and suffers the ignoble to prevail. Awaken one day to the beauty and love surrounding you.
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Date: 6/22/2019 6:17:00 AM
Damn PD ur not holding back thats good Loved it keep it up
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Date: 4/17/2019 1:31:00 PM
This monster taken away Linda from poetry soup. We should give our best effort to rescue her from him and hope we will be successful. With love.........//Manmath//
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Date: 4/12/2019 8:23:00 AM
Poetry soup is less tasty without you here.
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Date: 3/30/2019 5:06:00 PM
Hi there... long time no talk This piece blew me away.. so raw.. Thank you for letting us in.
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Date: 3/17/2019 10:16:00 PM
Very cool! Love it!
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Date: 2/9/2019 3:41:00 PM
Wow! writing about real things .... really open our artistic side. Maybe it's the fact that we can't mention these monsters by name. Looking at the date , Did this reach the "Me Too " movement. Or is the monster too big, too strong, too hienuss. There is a judgement day. Guilt protects some and condems others.
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Date: 2/9/2019 1:37:00 PM
There are so many monsters we have to deal with in, our lives; the battles are like this poem but, not all monsters are in dreams. Well penned.
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Date: 1/22/2019 2:36:00 PM
Thank you so much for your comment on my first writing posted quite some time ago. I have not yet posted more as life has been handing me many twists and turns. But I plan on posting more of my writings over the next few months. I apologize that I have only come to start reading your poems now. This is the first one I am reading and I love it. Coveying deep emotions of a terrifying time of anguish. All of the very best to you. K
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Date: 1/22/2019 12:31:00 PM
I thought that was a great poem. Keep up the good work. Also thanks for the comments you also made about my poem.
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Date: 1/9/2019 8:25:00 AM
Great artistry
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Date: 12/23/2018 6:41:00 AM
I love the suspense ! I was gone away along time But perhaps I won't be again Thanks or saying hi and writing The way you do I I look forward to reading much more from you
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Date: 12/13/2018 7:18:00 PM
Hear The Monsters Of The Midway might be roping those Cowboys in the playoffs...Merry Christmas Linda
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Date: 11/30/2018 5:22:00 PM
Where have all the poets gone?
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Date: 11/30/2018 12:30:00 PM
Greatly written!
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Date: 11/22/2018 7:15:00 PM
I am back since i left 2 years ago due to some depression. Now I am doing great and left Montreal to live next to my children, i live in San Francisco and Los Angeles. But mainly my home is here SF. I was so sad to read your poem, and i felt something is very bad, especially you are not writing at all. Please come back Linda let none destroy you, you are a beautiful lady and a wonderful friend. We can share what is wrong, please do that i need to know that you are very OK. Love you Terry xoox
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Date: 10/2/2018 1:17:00 PM
This one pictures out the reality, and I can feel.the intense of the story. Yes, I can say that you put a life into this poem. Absolutely greatly written, looking for more. God bless.
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Date: 10/2/2018 6:07:00 AM
What a great surprise dear friend PD to see you after such a long long time. Hope you would continue to be with your old and new friends although many things have changed here and everywhere in the world and in our lives. I will come back soon for a comment on your Poem with a surprise gift for you. Love and best wishes always...Ravindra K Kapoor
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Date: 9/30/2018 1:15:00 AM
Your talent is still there. It is one thing that can't be taken from any of us. It is still strong. Talent is like water, it may be buried for a while but will always resurface. Glad it was on the soup. Regards David in NZ
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