The Monsters Left Their Mark on Me
I met monsters since I was a child,
and those monsters,
at least some of them are long gone.
But their touch remains.
I’m haunted by memories,
memories that carve into my skin,
drawing blood, always drawing blood,
and my mind screams in pain.
Close the door, pull the drawer shut.
Lock those memories away.
But they remain.
I stay haunted and scarred.
The worst part is not
the burden that I carry
but the monsters are still out there,
waiting to find me.
Wry Welwood Thank You for the inspiration to write this. :)
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