Boogeymen
I lie awake, my eyes fixed on the emptiness above,
searching for something in the shadows,
searching for answers
resolution
forgiveness.
I am haunted by questions and accusations.
Like childhood monsters
they creep out of their hiding places
when my room is filled with darkness,
and the only sound is my heart
beating
breaking.
Out of the closet, out from under my bed,
out from the recesses of my mind they come,
bringing with them the ghosts of my past.
I shut my eyes tight, tell myself to sleep,
but can’t fight the growing panic within me
as the monsters growl,
demanding my attention
demanding my obsession
demanding my regret.
I lie awake, peering into the darkness
around me, peering into the darkness
within me. Sleep, like forgiveness
will not find me tonight.
Lisa L. Weber overthinks everything. Her work has appeared online at Anti-Heroin Chic, The Ginger Collect, Memoir Mixtapes, The Rag Queen Periodical, Burning House Press, and Rose Quartz Journal. Follow her on Twitter @LisaLermaWeber
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