The Monsters Inside All of Us

I know I will hear them again tonight;

This parade of filth rummaging through my auditory nerves.

It is the longest battle of my life

Trying to separate the monster making riddles

And having a soundless sleep.

Tell me what do you do when your demons are asking the jamboree

To tell lies in close proximity?

For me, I weep and make art collages and vision boards.

We do dancing on Sundays and whenever they are heard a smidgen more,

We remember smiley boys and where sunrises were born.

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