Monster

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    Monster



    The darkness is
    so full of fright.

    I'm lonely in the night

    And something’s under my bed.

    I put the covers over my head,

    But the mysterious sounds
    only come closer.

    The Monster is out
    from under my bed now.

    I'm afraid to call out

    And hear my Mother’s answer

    To shut up!!!!

    A Mother’s face
    that betrays
    only an empty nest.

    Suckling at her breast

    Feeds nothing.

    The Monster has got me now.

    Mother where are you ?

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    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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