The Monster in the Dark

by Daniel Solomon   Nov 9, 2004


The sweat drips off my face.
I’ve tried to look away.
It gets worse with every passing day.
It’s impossible to find a safe place.
The unrelenting chasing.
Getting cold as it breathes down my neck.
What am I facing?
Complicating my brain, my intellect.
Sharp claws ripping my flesh.
Eating it raw, then it finds a place to rest.
Impossible to hide.
From the monster lurking in the night.
Is it possible to actually be alive?
How can I when I’m dying on the inside.
For now death is finally revived.
Resurrected from the nightmares in my mind.
Now it’s swallowing my eyes.
My bones get stuck in its teeth as they grind.
Evil inside, this is how it feels.
I’m not lying, I know that this is real.
Everything’s gone! Now what’s happening to me?
I was wrong! It was just a dream.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Dark Savior

    This poem is REALLY good, i really like the hidden metaphore that you continue throughout the whole thing...the monster, atleast as i see it, is a mirror and you are looking into it. I really enjoyed the poem.

    I am glad that i got to read it...i will add you to my favorites and keep up to date on your work. Your very well versed in poetry.