Darkness always follows light
We're no strangers to the night,
We always fear what's not seen
The macabre terrors we dream.
The creaks and scratches in gloom
What horrors lurk in my room,
So, who's making those noises
whispers and terrible voices.
But all is not as it seems
Those are just bad dreams,
For the reals monsters
Are the monsters inside us.
But all is not as it seems Those are just bad dreams, For the reals monsters Are the monsters inside us. how true! ! monsters are inside us . thank you for making me think, , ..tony
we've feared darkness since we were in the bush.. at the dawn of humanity.. but in the darkness we can also admire the starry sky upon us.. ;) thanks for sharing, Rose cheers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I thought it was about the evils of humanity, and that we can be consumed by our own darkness, because of our own fear, but it makes sense that it is about imagination.