Monsters

I saw a monster in a dream once,

Oh how it krept in on me.

The beast wondered there for months,

no where in my mind could I flee.

It was evil, it was wicked

it was destructive and corrupt.

It made me physically sickened;

ready to throw up.

When I finaly faced this monster in real life,

the senario had been set.

I’d fight the beast with strife,

until my dying breath.

Yet when the time came,

face to face with the demon

I felt shame for every one of thoes feelings.

The monster I had feared

I brought to tears.

The monster I had made

was far more afraid

of the monster that was me.