The Monster in the Box

I was going through some of my old posts on MySpace to make sure some of thereally good ones would make it on Blogger.com.  I saw this and posted it.

It's been years since I've written a peom, but this one was rattling through my head and wouldn't let me sleep.  I pulled out one of my cassette recorders (that's one of those things that came long before CD's or MP3's) put it along side of my bed, and as the words came flowing I recorded them.  This is the result.

The Monster in the Box

I colored my world,

in shades of grey.

But the Monster in the Box,

came out to play.

 

I tossed and I turned,

and I tried to sleep.

But the Monster in the Box,

was cutting to deep.

 

I wanted to speak,

to talk, say a word.

But the Monster in the Box

was the one that was heard.

 

I've been wounded so deep,

and fallen so low.

Because the Monster in the Box,

is a formidible foe.