S.A. Roberts Poet Villanelle

Upon Waking

Monsters hide beneath the bed.
Very slowly make their way,
Walking in the sleep of dead.

Out the window they are led
By the shadows of the day.
Monsters hide beneath the bed.

Lingers by a fresh spun thread
Maybe they will stay away?
Walking in the sleep of dead.

Light a candle there instead
Stay awake and watch them play.
Monsters hide beneath the bed.

Hope, just give up every shred,
They won't care if you're okay,
Walking in the sleep of dead.

Don't let them fill you with dread,
Vices you can keep at bay.
Monsters hide beneath the bed
Walking in the sleep of dead.

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Beata Agustin November 24, 2025 at 1:38 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Skat A January 30, 2016 at 7:50 PM s.a, A great pleasure to find and read your pen today. Love -- SKAT --

Anne-Lise Andresen July 18, 2012 at 3:32 PM Very well written poem S.A. - like it. - oxox love Anne-Lise