Monsters

Every night I fall asleep

Just as the monsters appear

And I think of

How to defeat them. I say, "Hey

You, I'm

Not going down so easy." But I'm

So afraid. What will

the morning bring? What will

Happen if I talk

To them? Can I reason with them

About what I feel?

There aren't too many--

I think three

Are beneath my bed

Words might suffice

But a weapon would be better

I hope I have enough confidence

To face these guys head on

Otherwise, I might lose what's most precious

And I know that they're waiting, watching, preparing

Which is obvious, really. It's

Time to attack as soon as they say "We're coming for

You."