The Monster Inside Me

I offer today, a poem written by my late father Jim Heaton, January 21, 1952 – August 28, 2012

Late at night while I am sleeping,

There’s a monster that comes creeping.

With roars that I alone can hear, The monster moves in very near.

I know that I cannot relax,

For when I do the thing attacks.

It strikes with blows that sting and burn.

But these are blows I can’t return.

Defeated not by will or might,

The thing remains throughout the night.

If it were made of flesh and bone,

I’d fight that monster all alone.

If I slew it or it slew me,

I would in either case be free.

Vanquish the beast or fail the test,

The end result would grant me rest.

Of all the choices others choose,

From suicide to drugs and booze,

From causing harm to those they love,

To begging help from God above.

Of all the choices I choose rage

To keep the monster in his cage.

To ride the Pale Horse has a cost,

Of peace of mind forever lost.

March 31, 1988

Editor’s Note: It’s easy to look at another person with a critical eye, especially when you are unaware of personal demons he may be battling.

Ed.

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