Man and his Monsters
Everytime he sleeps, he sees
the monsters on his bed,
crawling on to his consciousness
strangulating his soul.
Those scariest shadows of his self
From which he has always tried to hide,
Those half promises , lost relations
and ghosts of his dead dreams.
The stories of his failures echoes
in the loud mourn of the monsters,
As he watches pains of his past
in the sockets of their glowing eyes.
They haunt his heart with their gloomy faces
show his worst nightmares coming true,
And suffocate his sense of existence
in grasp of anxiety and pessimism.
Yet from the farthest corner of his heart
comes little angels of hope,
to restore belief on goodness of the world
The monsters melt into darkness
He sleeps to relive his lost dreams
in hope of another day.