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.
Copyright © S.A. Roberts | Year Posted 2012
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