Peter's Monster
A monster
Haunts me,
In my wake,
In my dreams.
It's fists
Rained down on me
Like hail
Falls from the sky.
Bang, Bang, Bang.
My head met the ground.
Pound, Pound, Pound.
It's fists trapped me.
I coward, sobbing,
Aching and wishing it away,
The monster laughed and spit at me,
Claiming me useless, a coward.
