Every night, before I sleep,
I hear the sound of the child weep,
I hear melancholy run deep
in the sound from my beneath.
Every night I wish to ease,
it’s pain, for it to be at ease,
But just like my fear fear of monsters beneath,
That don’t allow me to under, peep,
Does it too, have some under the crease?
Every night before I sleep,
I vow to end all its miseries,
By looking under my bed, fear be buried,
But, everyday, I fail spectacularly.
What stops me, the cry in its voice,
or the fear in mine, I have no choice
To help the tormented, I couldn’t start.
Who said anything about monsters under our beds,
when they live in our hearts?
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In the dark quiet of the night,
She woke up, sweating in fright.
Her dreams haunted her,
She couldn’t get past them
her troubles it seemed,
had already stemmed.
He weaved in and out,
She was beginning to doubt.
Her horrors come live,
She couldn’t beat them,
No matter how hard she strived.
She believed he was a gem,
He couldn’t hurt her, she thought,
Ignoring the misery that he had brought.
He was dead, she had till now known.
But now, she just wasn’t very sure.
Her past had begun to haunt her present.
Her life now wasn’t very pleasant.
She lost sleep and trouble it brewed.
Daydream and insomnia, she remained subdued.
She lost her beauty, her peace of mind.
Her thoughts, his ghost were together bind.
A stalker, a maniac, he shadowed she,
For all the lives’ eternity.
Until she cried foul and he was killed,
By her brother. But still,
It was a mark left upon her life.
She married someone, became a wife,
And lived peacefully, until a day before.
She thought she saw his face through a crowd.
Her heart fearful, her mind went sour,
And she cried out loud.
Back he had come, to avenge his killing.
And she was back hysterically screaming.
Waking up in bed, sweating, with fright,
Wishing for her life, with all her might.