My Monsters Poem by patricia turner

My cuts are deep,
My blood is warm,
My pain is new.

My tear like rain falling..

Deep, deeper in the darkness
The monsters in mine mind.

Is coming out the hole where it waited
For the day i broke.

The monsters is the one I hear that
Night when I’m crying myself sleep.

I see him when I’m getting bullied,
Then i snapped..

I tried running he didn’t like it so you did what he can’t go,

Heaven that the only way to get way from him;

So I graded the razor and the cuts where deep in pain
The blood was like water running way.

Now he gone.....