As each day turns into another night, and I step over to turn off the light
I hope a monster will peek out it's head, to drag me underneath my bed
I don't know how I can exist here and thrive, when it's taking all my strength just to survive
My motivation is not to be found, buried deeper than six feet under the ground
Don't even have enough spirit to end it myself, just waiting for the ice freezing me to naturally melt
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ElenaGrace (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I don't think the second half of the last line about the ice flows all that well, if you guys could help me with that it'd be much appreciated and if you think it's fine as it is tell me so. As usual criticism is always accepted and I hope you enjoy this.
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Don't have enough spirit
To end it myself
My Bed is like a Spinsters shelf
I'm freezing for a lack of LOVE
O hear my Prayer my god above
Let the Monster leap out
And ravish me
Then I unfrozen and SATED WILL BE
Hope you like my ending ! My Lady friends tell that Monsters under the bed always turn into gentle lovers when they get into bed ~ so keep your fingers crossed WARM HUGS BRIAN !
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