When I was young,
with no fear of the dead,
people told me,
that there were monsters underneath my bed.
Be it a mere trick,
or just for my fearful leap,
but I honestly cross my heart,
that it haunted my sleep.
I tossed and turned,
sleeping next to my parents all night.
Wondering what I would do?
If I were alone with this fright.
As I grew up,
As I read,
I suddenly realized that,
real monsters were not those underneath my bed.
Real monsters were among me,
hiding in plain sight,
waiting for the best opportunity,
to brutally strike.
Nevertheless, I see light at the end of the tunnel.
Luminescent and bright,
I hope It will be there to guide me,
through out the eerie night.
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