Poem -

Monsters

Monsters

I know monsters aren't real,
But are they really fictional?

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We see monsters everyday,

Not under our beds but in our minds.

Our children consciousness appearing in our

Dreams? In our words? And in our lives?

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We don't see the warnings,Β 

we dont hear the sounds.

As they approach us.

We may worry about them. Our thoughts.Β 

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The way they shackle us. Bind us. Capture us. Control us.

We aren't us really, they are us. The monsters.

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They are you and they are I.

Everyone's monsters.

Everyone's fears.

Everyone's thoughts.Β 

They don't define you.

They are you.

As we are the monsters in our minds.

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Tony Taylor

Hey ALANNAHMAE!!.....this is VERY creative and very well formatted for conveying your intent.........I like the idea of "Monsters" manifesting through our thoughts, minds, and dreams.... it certainly is a truism for many murderers and thieves..... think or dream the thought first and then take action!!..... VERY clever poetic prose!!.....ALL STARS!!... well done dear poet sister... and..... in case no one has said so...... WELCOME to COSMO!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!....T xo ?✴❀

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Alannahmae3

Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed my poem and I thank you for the very nice comment! Thank you for the welcome too! ?

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Karbo6

This is a very clever well written poem. Inspiring work!Β 

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