Sunday, November 2, 2014

Monsters.

Monsters;
Monsters, all around.

Monsters, I created.
Monsters, I laid eggs for.
They turn and scream for warmth now.
They in turn look for me, with their hopeless eyes.
They scream, shout, curse and wait for me to come back,
To comfort them.

Monsters, I forgot.
They are still licking their wounds.
Found a way to get past hatred and revenge.
Shedding a new light dawned upon, by someone else.
They took shelter, let open their dying self.
A new lease of life, on leash of time.
All along, being ignored.

Monsters, I am yet to create.
Monsters, I have orphaned.
Monsters, I do not dare to face; anymore.
Monsters, I wish would have been present.
Monsters, them who had a bright spot.
Monsters, them who lost track.

Monsters;
Monsters, all around.