Voices in the Dark

Creaky stairs, voices in the dark.

So many monsters I don’t know where to start. 

Ghosts in your head, wishing you were dead. 

All monsters are our own creation.

Our worries and fears are given sheets.

Ridding them would be a feat

Glowing eyes, making little ones cry,

Hiding, begging for dawn to come.

Knowing that for when it comes,

The darkness is gone,

 Till the voices return. 




 

Estelle

VT

16 years old

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