Debbie Duncan Poet Dramatic Verse

Monsters

Monsters sometimes find a way of getting out
Even when you thought they were locked away
Someone must have found the key you threw  out 
  
What do you do when it's one of you 
Standing, watching blood dripping from hand 
Where it came from I could not tell you ~ never tell  
I should never tell  ~  no,   not against one of us    

Though I watch the monsters dancing off the wall 
Look, their  voices scatter across the room 
Colored pills of many spilled  onto the floor 
I hear sirens screaming,  coming closer  still

Should I stand here ~ and wait to let them in

Should I run to hide myself from within 
No, I couldn't let it happen, no, not again  
I hear them knocking  on my door 
         ~ ~ POLICE ~ ~



totally made up, 2/ 8/ 2013 11 pm WED

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Kelly Deschler September 17, 2013 at 6:05 PM I can really relate to the first verse of this poem. I have those "monsters" locked inside of me, and somehow they do get out occasionally! They tend to show themselves in my poetry, which I find helps to quiet them down for awhile. Great work on this poem, Debbie, I liked it very much!...Thank you for the kind comments!

Alexis Pond June 26, 2013 at 4:40 PM This work I liked very much, the metaphors and the twists as the piece progresses, a little dark but then again I like dark. Good work, Thumbs Up! Debbie Duncan June 27, 2013 at 12:48 AM Thank you ;}

Timothy Hicks June 12, 2013 at 11:57 PM This was very disturbing and made me think of a lunatic that sees hallucinations. You worded it in such a way to make me feel the anxiety of the psycho... a glimpse of his inner thoughts. And that one last word was like reality sinking in... great work! Debbie Duncan June 13, 2013 at 12:10 AM Thanks Tim ;}

Rockman Pritts June 6, 2013 at 2:22 AM This sounds like personal demons. Multiple personalities battling with each other to gain control of a single soul and willing to do whatever it takes to win or lose. Suns rise and suns set. Moons wax and wane. Yet platitude escapes the mind of one who is not sane. And the sirens signify the end to another beginning of a vicious cycle until the ones soul is released into another plane. At least that's what I got from this poem. Thanks for sharing and making me think. Rockman Debbie Duncan June 6, 2013 at 3:30 PM Wow, I wan't thinking that when I wrote it. ;}

Ravi Sathasivam May 27, 2013 at 11:32 PM Excellent. Very creative and unique write. Enjoyed. Tfs Debbie Duncan May 29, 2013 at 12:02 AM Thank you ;}

Cherl Dunn May 27, 2013 at 6:16 PM Nicely written and thank you for your commit. Debbie Duncan May 27, 2013 at 8:11 PM thank you Cheryl ;}

Eileen Manassian May 26, 2013 at 2:36 AM This was something else! Monsters...yes, we lock them away but they always manage to escape! I know my do! Very imaginative and trilling piece. Thanks for your visit to Dreamland's Gate and the sweet words you posted! I needed them today! Debbie Duncan May 27, 2013 at 12:59 AM Thank you for reading my words Eileen,,,,I will have to read more of your words ;}

Andrea Dietrich May 26, 2013 at 1:06 AM yes, made up, but parts of it really were deep!!! Like having to do with drug addiction and stuff. Nice seeing you tonight. you are the last one and now I am out of here!!! See ya later, alligator. Debbie Duncan May 27, 2013 at 12:48 AM After while crocodile ;}

Sara Kendrick May 24, 2013 at 5:19 PM Cute one..Creative and unique work..Enjoyed reading this one..Thanks for stopping by..Sorry to hear that you had PC problems..Sara Debbie Duncan May 27, 2013 at 12:47 AM Thank you Sara ;}

Anne-Lise Andresen May 24, 2013 at 11:11 AM - Debbie ..... hope it's just your imagination .... well written!! - Have a great weekend. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :) Debbie Duncan May 24, 2013 at 4:19 PM yes it's made up Anne ;}

Harry Horsman May 24, 2013 at 10:21 AM i love your totally made up poetry, says alot about your imagination, also your wonderful poetry

Poet Destroyer A May 23, 2013 at 11:04 PM Debbie, wow...my mind twisted in many directions... A monster a creature dancing off the wall. well I hope this horror is fiction, and the monsters in this poem, get arrested for slipping out of the box... somethings should not be reveled. It might show the true form of one... enjoyed~ Linda Debbie Duncan May 24, 2013 at 10:31 AM Thank you PD ;}

Matthew Anish May 23, 2013 at 11:27 AM Quite powerful verse here! Hope you have a nice day! Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Colleen Bono May 23, 2013 at 10:19 AM Just wanted to say welcome back.