I Hope There Are Monsters Under My Bed

ElenaGrace

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

 

  • Author: ElenaGrace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 30th, 2017 10:33
  • 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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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    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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