Poet In The Jar Diaries: Teddy

Saturday, September 12

Teddy

I am not meant for this
The shadows streak by my corners
There's a wisp of it, stirring
Stroking my hair

My imaginary monsters
Come play with me
I'll let you be if you
salvate me

I'm not myself here
Where everything chases me
There's a wide grin, staring
Leaving the lair

My imaginary monsters
Come play with me
I'll let you be if you
salvate me

I miss all my memories
All the golden, all the safe
Please stay with me, Teddy
Until I'm stronger again, and ready

My imaginary monsters
Come play with me
I'll let you be if you
salvate me

2 comments:

RoccariSeptember 14, 2009 at 8:45 PM
"My imaginary monsters
Come play with me
I'll let you be if you
salvate me"

imagined monsters are the worst. I know it too well.
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Poet In The JarSeptember 15, 2009 at 2:30 AM
Indeed.
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