Somedays the monster lies in wait for me.
Biding its time, it rears its ugly head when I least expect it,
Scattering my reason to the winds.
I invented a locked room to keep it from me.
Like mist, the monster seeps out.
I constructed a labyrinth to hide the monster inside.
But it built the walls and winding halls right beside me.
It knows the route better than I do.
Wandering the twisted halls,
I am lost - My cries for help bounce around emptily.
The monster laughs at my pitiful attempts.
I try to open the lock that i had built and trapped myself with.
But the monster has installed bars while I sat oblivious.
I lie on the floor, knees clutched to my chest.
The monster is everywhere. No escape.
I pray that soon it will relinquish its control.
Silence. Not a sound.
I lie curled up, the isolation of the pitch-blackness all around me.
Someone walks to the door.
it swings open easily.
"Why are you lying here?"
A strength-giving arm holds me tight.
"You are not alone."
The monster howls and slinks away in the maze of cold thoughts.
It drags itself into the locked chamber of my heart.
And like mist, it vanishes until there is nothing left of it.