A Letter To The Monster Under My Bed Poem by Erin Stevens

A Letter To The Monster Under My Bed

Rating: 5.0


Dear monster,
you roar so often that your throat must ache.
Please, let me pour you a cup of tea
or perhaps you'd like my homemade cake?
Please, enjoy yourself for my sake
of all my friends you are the closest
and I am honored to be your hostess.

Nothing you do could ever be considered rude
At least not to me who indulges in acerbitude.
Although your jokes are grotesque and crude
they never cease to lighten the mood.
When you speak, saliva spews
but on your smile my eyes are glued
because your words are precious jewels.

I have some questions to ask you.
Please, I beg you, don't elude

Why am I the one you pursued?
When you look at me, do you think of food?
Am I foolish for thinking we might be friends?
I know that it truly depends
on your mood how you reply
But please, do not tell me a pure lie.

Have you ever had an ally?
Did she remember your first name?
Were you excluded from her games
or did you simply always lose?
Were you secluded in your pain?
From your eyes, do tears ever ooze?
Is your pain ever subdued?

Have you ever been exhumed?
are you blind or with vision skewed?
Tell me how your world is viewed.
Do you hear strange voices too?
Are other monsters after you?

No need to fear
No need to brood
All you hear
Is my hearts tune
Beating calmly next to you

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