When I was a child and I laid down at night,
From the closet came noises, I would close my eyes tight.
For I knew there was something that was looking for me,
Monsters waiting to take me when no one would see.
The mind of a child is so vivid and strong,
They can sense things askew or when something is wrong.
That monster was waiting for his chance in the night,
I would block the door closed so I could sleep without fright.
My parents would walk me down that long scary hall,
They would open that door, where I saw nothing at all.
But late in the night, when the shadows grew long,
From the closet came noises, something was wrong.
I closed my eyes hard and held my pillow so tight,
Will the monster come get me, will this be the night?
As morning light came and I looked at the door,
I was safe once again and I jumped to the floor.
One day I felt different, things just weren’t the same,
I felt sick and so tired, was the monster to blame?
So tired and so thirsty, to the bathroom I’d run,
Drinking glasses of water had this monster won?
Then later that evening, I was so full of fright,
Was he watching, was he waiting, would this be the night?
I drifted away, not to sleep or to dream,
But to a dark lonely place where monsters would scheme.
After all of the time I had blocked him inside,
I was pulled to ‘his’ darkness, where the 'D' monster hides.
I laid in the darkness; it was silent and deep,
But it was much more than silent, it was far more than deep.
It seemed like forever, was I awake or asleep?
I was so all alone where the 'D' monster creeps.
Then all of a sudden something held my hand strong,
Had the 'D' monster grabbed me…something was wrong!
This wasn’t a monster the voice was all wrong,
The touch so familiar, the voice was my mom’s.
My parents had saved me; they chased him away,
They stayed close beside me, like they always would say.
I opened my eyes but my room was not there,
Everything was so different, was the 'D' monster there?
My body feels funny; there are tubes in my arms,
Bottles hanging from the ceiling, something is wrong.
My mom cried and hugged me, as she sat by my side,
What happened in that darkness, did it hurt, did I cry?
My mom looked so tired, my dad held her hand,
I would run to them both, but my legs could not stand.
I escaped from that darkness; I had put up a fight,
The battle was rough, it took all of my might.
The 'D' monster took me, that was easy to see,
But my mom and dad saved me, it was their victory!
My life is now different and I still fight each day,
The 'D' monster watches, I must keep him away.
I have learned and adjusted, he won’t spoil my fun,
I refuse to give up, for it is I who has won!
Gary
2000
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