Monsters Everywhere Poem by Lazaro Gutierrez

monsters everywhere

my mind is a war zone
fully vacant of peace,
where the battle for the truth,
never seems to cease

day after day,
i'm chained in a cave,
by the fiends that convince me
to dig my own grave

and i beg her for water,
but she laughs when i'm thirsty,
and she grows even stronger,
when i beg her for mercy

and the more that i scream,
the more that i cry,
the less are my chances,
of staying alive

she's got gardens of spines,
that grow winter long,
perennial vines,
serrated and strong

and all i can do,
is sit still and stare,
as she paints with her claws,
monsters everywhere

she's got devils and fiends,
that feast on my thoughts,
when they're full, i am empty,
afraid and distraught

and at the end of the night,
i may find some repose,
in the rhythm of a poem,
or the thoughts in my prose

yet, she always returns,
to push me around,
like the bully that hounds,
in an empty playground

and i always obey,
what else can i do?
when she beats on my skin,
until i'm black and blue

and those fiends,
they all laugh,
for my mind is their house,
and they run for my brain,
like a cat to a mouse

and there she is, yet again
standing at my front door,
with her demons at bay,
starving for more.