Untitled Word of the Day Poem #25

***Please note that I am not feeling like this now. ****
Silence
sharp
enveloping
blankets the room
shadows
black as sin
creep around the bed
under
along the walls.
Huddled beneath the blankets
afraid to even breath
monsters
they hide not in the closet
not beneath the bed
locked deep in my head.
Unable to move
wrapped
frozen with fear
small gasps
praying
hoping 
fingers crossed
they will not know I am there.
I have fled
run from
the darkness that bides
within
mind and soul
where it came from
how it stays
I do not know.
Each time the monsters come closer
they devour…..
my being
my confidence
my very existence
until
I am no more.
Feb. 28/19