Creative fun in
the palm of your hand.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1169525-Cry-Wolf
Rated: E · Poetry · Contest · #1169525
a sonnet about monsters, the internal ones

Monsters, more imagined than real, live here
behind my eyes. Specters of want and need,
ghostly hunters, famished, feasting on fear,
on pale, pre-cancerous lesions they feed.

Soft worries I sought protection against,
though never occurring, rot in my brain
and leave me to cope with the fetid stench
of failure to deal with truth that remains.

I tried sweeping demons under the rug,
the devils refuse to just die away.
They skid out the edges with careless shrugs
dusting moonlight as late night music plays.

When you call the name of the wolf, beware.
It may be yourself you find standing there.

Written for:"Invalid Item

Won 1st place in round 14--prompt:monsters

visual of interior monsters
© Copyright 2006 ridinghhood--p. boutilier (ridinghhood at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1169525-Cry-Wolf