My hidden monster
You cannot see the monster,
eating me alive.
It’s found a place to hide itself,
buried deep inside.
It spends its days devouring,
Hopes and dreams, and luck.
I’ve tried to pry it loose from me,
But it seem that it is stuck.
Cemented there by anger,
It holds fast with strands of hate.
Burying deeper through jealousy,
My darkness sealed my fate.
It drinks in all the happiness,
And feeds off all my fears.
It quenches its thirst so often now,
From the flow of steady tears.
Each time I try to get away,
It trips me and I fall,
So here I lay helplessly,
Just staring at the wall.
Someday someone will find me,
But the real me will be left hollow,.
Only the shell of me will remain,
And the crumbs of my life to follow.
© 2018 Gerald Ealy