The Quiet Battle

When I speak about the monster,

I speak of the trauma and the pain.

He feeds upon the bones and flesh,

And so, you won’t survive.

He lurks in the shadows

And comes out at midnight.

When your thoughts quicken your heartbeat,

He is a devil in disguise.

First, he lures you into his grand plans,

With late-night conversations with yourself.

Then, he bites the hand that feeds him,

Leaving you numb, with no will to survive.