The Monsters of the World
My eyes refuse to see the night
simply as a Cimmerian shade of day
Not because I am afraid of it...
As a child, you fear going into even
a dimly lit room in your own home
because of the monsters in your
closet or under your bed
As I grew older, I ceased to believe
they lived in such places in my room,
but in the shadows of alleyways or parks
I no longer fear the dark nor the
monsters in my room, but
the monsters which hide in the world outside
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