The Monster

Jocelyn Thornton: April 17th, 2014

I sit in this dark and lonely room.

I hear the monster screaming my doom.

I beg “Mom, please help me” but she cannot hear.

Here he comes, the monster is getting near.

I cried for help, sadly no one cared.

Tortured by how it threatened and dared.

“Tell on me, I dare you, no one will believe you”

So fear sealed my lips. They felt like they were shut with glue.

My scars so deep, I could never reveal.

I hope one day I will fully heal.

It feels like a movie full of sadistic horror.

But it’s real, it’s absolute torture.

This Monster has a name.

Though locked behind iron bars,

The monster has left me with deep mental scars.

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