Poetry

Not A Monster

There’s only two sounds in the room 

His voice and my heart 

One is mumbled and sad 

And the other 

I’m just glad 

Is there to remind me 

I’m alive 

I want to cry when I hear such painful things 

I want to cover my ears

And block it out 

I don’t think your a monster 

I think you learned to channel the darkest part of you 

To survive.

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