The monsters under my bed

Kuq

I don't know 

I'm losing memories                              Of the monsters under my bed---      Isn't it a good thing ?

 

Yet ? My body reacts to it                Every night , for something it        Barely remembers 

 

The more I search it .                          The more it disappears,                     And what is this Feeling?                  that keeps returning in the dark ?

 

Idk if i'm a victim or something Or simple someone who survives a feeling..                                                         maybe that's the cruelest part

 

            .                                   ~Kuq~

  • Author: Kuq (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 17th, 2026 12:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is just a poem that expresses the inner turmoil we all feel as the stars meet the moon , the moment the clock hits 12 am .....hope you like it
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  • sorenbarrett

    There is a creepy feeling of all that is not seen or known. Nicely expressed



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