Monsters
It is dark in my room
I hide under my blanket
I'm patiently waiting for the monsters to take it
I am curled in a ball
and huddled up next to a wall
if the monsters decide to strike
I shrink down enough so I won't be in sight
I call for my mom
but don't get an answer
I yell at my brother Tom
and again I'm left unanswered
I start to think that the monsters have taken them
I need to get up
I need to save them
I reach for the flashlight next to my bed
and the dim light shows what lies ahead
I walk into my mother's room prepared for a fight
and I find my brother tom curled up in her bed
his head on her shoulder
and her hand on his head
I sigh with relief that they are safe in bed
and overall happy that I conquered the monsters in my head
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