911 B
| title | week | date |
|---|---|---|
| Security | 4 | 2024-01-22 |
a blanket of warmth,
comfort on all sides
out there are monsters,
beneath I must hide
when darkness creeps in,
security squandered
towards evil and horror,
my mind has wandered
please, tuck me in,
as snug as a bug
lest I fall victim,
to ungodly hug
the hours are ticking,
time slips away
up rises sun's safety,
to begin a new day
from goblins and ghouls,
at once I am free
to wish that tonight, \
they will hear my plea
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A place I know is mine
Soft cushioned for retreat
Where I can self enshrine
Until refresh complete
This sanctuary changed
As my mind developed
Now finding myself drained
When by dark enveloped
If it were but a beast\
A monster to be slain
A hopeless fight at least
Would comfort, though in vain\
Instead it's my own wit
Besieged by thoughts that swarm
To slip in endless pit
Caught by this mental storm