Fear <br />fear is the last pod of innocence <br />the wakening of a child <br />a frightened child buried beneath the covers <br /> <br />Praying <br />praying for that monster to subside <br />see the terror ripe in our eyes <br />to fall to his knees and die <br /> <br />Please <br />'please let his blood run cold' <br />my mother cries and guards her young <br />and I listen to that song in my head <br /> <br />it's in that song i hide <br /> <br />Scared <br />scared as we huddle in that dark room <br />our bodies shiver in unison <br />as the stair case creaks and the monster climbs <br /> <br />Mumbling <br />mumbling profanities as he trudges upwards <br />no place to hide in the last bedroom <br />nothing but the peaceful song inside my head <br /> <br />it's in that song i hide <br /> <br />Strength <br />strength keeps me from breaking down <br />and showing him the fear he craves to see <br />I must show the strength my mother shows for me <br /> <br />Dead <br />dead he lies when he finally falls <br />into the pit of his creation <br />and we too scared to even look at his sedated body <br /> <br />And i no longer need to sing <br /> <br />Gruel <br />gruel still streams from his gaping mouth <br />his foul hole oozing a few days drinking <br />where the monster grew from a man that day <br />let him choke for air is all I pray <br /> <br />Beneath <br />beneath those covers waiting for light <br />to pierce the corner of my window pane <br />those tiny facades to bring me from darkness <br />those moments I feel the fear fall away <br /> <br />Shame <br />shame will cover him when he comes too <br />and quiet regret that the monster showed his face <br />all brought by those small facades of light <br />and he will try to make it right <br /> <br />Fading <br />fading shadows take away the fear <br />where ghouls and ghosts should be <br />as all day I watch that sun sailing west <br />dreading the sight of the shadows dying <br /> <br />Knowing <br />knowing that the darkness will return <br />and that stench of whiskey will waft again <br />up along the staircase and evade the dreams <br />of the sleepless child who longs to scream in the night. <br /> <br />Instead <br />I will hide in that song again.<br /><br />Clifton Redmond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-monster-that-comes-with-night/
