A poem
They told us
The monster under our beds
The monster in our closets
The monster in the dark
All those monsters were not real
.
That dragons, bigfoots, and goblins
Were all myth and fiction
The ghosts we think we’ve seen
Are just figments of our imagination
And the things that go thump
In the night
Can be explained away
.
But they aren’t monsters
They told us monsters aren’t real
In that sense, that may be true
The creations of lore and
Imagination aren’t real
.
But monsters are very real
And very present among us
.
They can make you disappear
Only to be found dead and mutilated
Weeks later
They harm children and rip away
Their innocence
They steal, lie, cheat, and kill
Indiscriminately
They make you love them
All while they hate you
.
The real monsters are
Right. In front. Of us.
Beside us
Behind us
And sometimes reside
Inside us
.
The demons we fear
Will grab our leg hanging
Right over our beds
Are not under us
They are sleeping right beside us
.
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