I have a monster under my bed
It knows everything I know.

When no one listened to my woes
It listened, with a groan in reply.
When I forget myself
It tells my story back to me
To try and make me remember
What I am and what I was .

Silent gestures
Are what we have in common .

Here when I tell a tale
There,it might be listening .
But when it relate its fables after me
I would've already fallen asleep.

The monster might be in the darkness
Where my eyes could not see
But my heart could feel
Its faint tender heart
That was always all ears
To me and only me .



© Sleepy bear is wide asleep