Dis-assimilating Monsters

monsters don't sleep under the bed

Rolled over to pretend I was

   still comatose in your head, 

woke up whereon gravestone 

   gravel stung my eyes,

couldn't see past the oppressor

     wrapping barbed wire barriers

'round cataclysmic defenses 

    in counterproductive snares

            disassimilating monsters arousal       

Reviews

[Shabeeh Haider]

It is always a losing battle. The monsters are normally there to stay.
Coming back to your lines. This is indeed phenomenal. To "pretend I was still comatose in your head" is a route we all try to take to overcome those fears.
"Gravestone gravel stung my eyes" is a beautiful expression.
A short poem but intense in feeling and expression.

[1VJ]

Thank you, much appreciate your review. After reading your profile and you being a stickler for rhyme and meter, I was pleasantly surprised you enjoyed this one.

[Shabeeh Haider]

I write in rhyme and meter but enjoy all forms of poetry

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and true words. Monster are hidden demons. Always waiting for weakness or bad days. I loved the use of description dear Paloma. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[1VJ]

Thanks so much Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Paloma.

[Lydia Shutter]

Yes, we create our own monsters and they terrorize them till we allow them to leave our heads. Good one. Lydi**

[1VJ]

Much appreciate your thoughts, thanks Lydi.

[Farrah]

Very emotional and maybe personal? It is not a typical poem I ever read. I loved it! :-)

[1VJ]

Wow, thanks I'm so glad you enjoyed it! :)

[Papaya]

Understanding the monsters is the key to defeating them.
The dissecting is hard though, when they're in your head.
Chilling poem. Very good. That image is haunting.

[1VJ]

Monsters aren't easy to decipher and they tend to linger, thanks so much for your thoughts.