Monster under the Bed

Writhing beneath
hidden
black ooze
creeping
clinging
coating the walls
as escape is sought.
Mind tortures
memories
bitter tasting
invade all aspects
pushing me into a corner
teeth bared
rabid with fear
trying to protect myself.
Falling down the rabbit hole
hallucinations
dream like state
wrought in fear
sanity of mine
it is at stake.
I am lost
deep beneath
wandering
seeking sunshine
life
not this death of soul
of heart
of humanity
changing me to a monster
the one that I never sought.
Deep within this vault
secrets
desires
dreams
whisps of nightmares
all stirred together
making the cauldron
boil and bubble.
Vicious screams
ripping through the night
no longer am I simple
no longer am I that girl
I have become…..
the monster under the bed
the one fearedΒ 
the one seeking justice
the one lurking in the mirror
the one burnishing the silver blade.
Β©May 15/19
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

40 thoughts on “Monster under the Bed”

  1. Thanks so much for bringing up our childhood in the bunk beds… it was torture sleeping on top of you..

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      1. Ha!!! You’ve never been ladylike…

        Why should I be prepared? You were off other times did nothing.

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