Bump In The Night Poem by Erica Davison

What my monsters see before me
Are offerings of salt
I don't deserve to reap the beauty
And ignore the ugly truth
I deserve to suffer quietly
And be grateful for my youth

My monsters are well trained
Before me and I can't afford
To give insult,
If God would have me stand before Thee,
He'll have me serve them with no fault.
If my monsters couldn't kill me
No man could find the truth
If I didn't hide them from my sight
I'd be better off for it.
But now I'm stuck in a dark forest
With nothing more to see
But the faces of my killers
And those who gave my life to me

To my monsters I am grateful
As they do me no more harm
To my friends I can't be worthy
For my twisted arm

To comfort me for this is to deny that they exist and to that I hope your
Monsters find you in the mist.