I'm a writer, poet, blogger and publisher from Southern Illinois. My blog: https://wordpress.com/view/freelifeblog.art.blog My Online magazine: https://theyardcrimeblog.com/ We accept poetry submissions, flash fiction, short stories, and non-fiction.
The Monsters Come
The Monsters Come Every morn, the monsters come. They come to attack my day. Every morn it’s the same, and every day, they strive away. The skeletons from closets scream, while vampires claw from crypts. They draw and draw until I am spent. Every day they come. The Monsters come. Ghosts of words unsaid, and desires of demons ripping. Wraiths of past things done; chasing my peace away. Giants stomping out hopes and dreams; while spewing fear, doubt and shame. The Worm digs and burns through; everything. They destroy the day. The darkness hangs like a cloud. It smothers my hopes today. I need coffee, and some light, to stand tall, and live loud. Let’s drive the monsters away.
It rained for a week, then the gullywasher came Hours of hard down pour; in sheets it fell. The streets were flooded, and water gushed from everywhere. Cars were stranded, while homes, became islands. The flash flood broke quick; it flowed through the yard. and under the house. Everything washed away, and the cat freaked out. The deluge was over, as quick as it came. Leaving ruin behind, but the frogs just sang. They sang, and they sang, all night long, they sang.
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Tue 16th Nov 2021 03:15
I think you have a Monarch in your hands right there.
Tue 14th Jul 2020 05:15
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