The monster in my closet I wish was pretend. He’s real as can be but, hard to comprehend. At night is when he comes out the closet door; just the same as the night before.
He whispers in my ear in a maniacal tone. All my fear and doubts that I tried to disown. I start to feel the panic as my heart palpitates. Believing all the words he tries to elaborate.
Worrying sets in sleep will not occur. He robs my peace of mind, an insomnia connoisseur. Anxiety’s demon sent to destroy, positive thoughts I want to employ.