A Parable of Growing Up

July 30, 2015 Dark, Poetry 0

by Lilly Baxley

Who is the monster,

you or I?

Where do they come from,

are they simple myth or pure lie?

Are they within us,

hiding in our dreams

longing with passion to hear us scream,

to see our madness waken

each time we close our eyes

surrounded by the pain,

the evil in the dark.

The sight we come to despise,

is ourselves.

 

We grow up and come to find

a hidden world, without innocence

deeply disguised

behind walls made to keep secrets

from the young and kind,

allowing us to pretend

to avoid the fall,

but we had to grow up sometime,

then we would learn it all.

About Lilly Baxley

Stage manager, theater lover, artist in various forms. poetry writer and wannabe killer of zombies! (Michonne in the making)

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