Monster

Monster

There is a monster under the bed.

I can feel it lurking, waiting, looking…

For a moment of inattention, a weakness to exploit.

Then it rolls over me,

Pulling me down and dragging me under.

Wrapping me in a cocoon

So I can't hear, taste or feel.

It feeds me pain,

Makes my nightmares real;

And reality a dream.

Until I am numb.

Physically too weak to escape.

Tired and broken down.

Drifting through my days,

Lost, apathetic, cruel,

Hopeless.

There is a monster under the bed,

Because I put it there.

And there it must stay,

Lurking, waiting, looking…

Word Count: 653
Hours Spent: 5
Software Used: DAZ Studio 4 With IRAY, Photoshop