I wake up to an open door
I thought I closed it before going to bed.
A grown man, and I’m still scared of monsters.
I still believe in them.
They may come from the closest sources
They lie inside waiting to strike.
To steal the joys of life and haunt our very existence.
To turn the clouds dreary, and the rain continues to fall.
Monsters do exist.
We may not see them
We may not hear them
But we most certainly can feel them.
This is why I close my door.
Before I sleep, I always do.
But now I see it open.
The dark beyond it, hiding the hideous fact.
They’re out there?
No, they’re already inside.