Scary Thoughts

All the quiet, little whispers

That haunt me in the dark of night
Ought to disappear like shadows
At the glimmer of dawn’s first light.
But they slip into my closet,
Or quickly slink beneath my bed
So that they can sneak out later.
Those scary monsters in my head.

Here’s the worst part of the problem,

And I just don’t know what to do…
All the monsters in my closet
Have monsters in their closets too!