The Monster

Every night,

I sit in fright,

the dark,

it closes in,

the monster calls,

but I refuse,

to slip back to the arms,

of the monster,

its the thing,

that makes me,

who I am today,

the monster sits,

upon the shelf

above my head,

he whispers to me,

just a little,

just a bit,

come on,

just give in.

no,

I say,

not again,

I won't do it,

I won't listen,

but his voice is lilting,

a sweet melody against my mind,

I close my eyes against the throbbing pain,

and wish it’d go away,

maybe he’s right,

a little won't hurt…

But then,

won't I be weak,

if I give in?

my body gives a violent shake,

I’m cold,

so cold,

the monster says,

he’ll warm me,

but no,

I won't do it,

not again.

I’ll let him sit there,

forever,

if he wishes,

but I won't give in,

I won't let him dance with me again,

He is evil,

unforgiving,

he takes control,

and won't let go,

but I will try,

try to escape,

from the clutches,

of the monster.