Namaste,
VC
"Monsters"
Monsters all around me
smiling so wide
using their deception
to hide in plain sight
When we were children
our parents often said
the monster in question
lived under our beds.
But this isn't true
we know these are lies
monsters hunt everywhere
in disguise, they survive
Unspoken, unseen
and veiled by our silence
they creep undisturbed
and act out their violence
Vulnerable children
with eyes on their pillows
fall victim and prey
eaten and swallowed.
And no one cries out!
These speechless parents…
A muted community…
Our broken spirits…
Monsters blow kisses
whisper so sweet
you'll almost never find one
beneath the bed where you sleep.
1 comments:
A very moving poem, VC. Well done. Thanks for sharing.
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