My Dear Monster

I feel it, close and deep inside.

This monster so close me,

It makes me fearful, terrified.

Yet, I almost can't wait to see. 

Kind words like promises persuade me.

Something waiting on the breath of night.

Tearing out of its prison for moon it can see

the path to freedom is within it's sight.

Wild words spill from my pen

onto this blank paper I hold

ink sploches the white and then

words are forming and my soul is sold. 

The world around me knows no bounds.

Limits are limitless

and I cannot hear any sounds.

Because the I am now soulless.

Only empty space is left.

Only my shell remains.

I feel lost and bereft

like I will never be the same.

The monster is out

and it is free

I can't even shout

that it has left me.