The monster in his cage
steps out once again.
Unwillingly, he walks
towards the windows.
Seeing what could be ahead,
he backs right down, shaken with dread;
Quivers below the covers of his monster bed.
My heart
sees the truth,
but something in my brain
urges me not to let loose
The sound
of my soul-
the part of me I
want to let someone get to know.
In his dreams, he walks the world-
he bathes in the light.
The people in the street
no longer scream at the sight.
He sees what does lie ahead,
but keeps right on, despite the dread;
Emerges from the covers of his monster bed.
The truth,
if there's love...
It's something that I
want to feel, but am too scared to touch.