Let Them In Poem by Beatrice Preti

There are monsters in the night
They cover my eyes, and blot out the light
They come out of darkness, born out of sin
There is no escape once they’ve been let in
They’ll torture your mind and haunt all your thoughts
All the pain and regret you thought you forgot
They’ll breed in your mind until you’ve been consumed
Then they’ll disappear as you succumb to your doom
You may think this strange, because you cannot see
The scars and the wounds these monsters gave me
But I’ve lost the blood, yes, I feel the weight
And now that I’ve bled, I know there’s no escape
But I will never speak of these things to you
Because speaking would force me to admit that they’re true
And I still pretend that the monsters aren’t real
Because that numbs the pain, pain I don’t want to feel
Maybe it’s foolish to play such a game
But, while I’m still playing, I’m not drowning in pain
Although I am broken, with the monsters let in,
I will carry on; I will not let them win