She

She wakes to monsters in her head

She lives wishing she were dead

 

She breathes sorrow and despair

She talks like she's broken beyond repair

 

She sings pain and tears

She walks among her nightmares and fears

 

She lays like death in her bed

She sleeps to monsters in her head

Author's Note

Enjoy

Reviews

[Burr the Story Sorceres..]

Awesome imagery, love. I can see it all and feel your sadness like a piece of my heart turning into cancer.
/hands you a small squirt gun
That is full of souls, liquefied and mixed with a 7% solution of cocaine and the blood of a priest who is pure and devote. Monsters HATE this stuff. Aim for the left knee where they store their life force. It'll melt that s**t like ice on the sun.
Still, it was a great poem. :3

[treebeardgarden]

Woah very powerful and intense.
Surprising how those things happen
Hope your monsters are quite tonight!

[Coyote Poetry]

Monsters in your heads. I have monsters too. The bills surround me that I must pay in my dreams. I like feel of this poem. Many kinds of monster we must live with. I like this poem.
Coyote