The Monster

• Levi Vogel, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2022

Hidden under my bed, I’m shivering. The worst is what I dread
A rumble downstairs. Wishing I wasn’t alone.
This isn’t fair. I hear a loud groan…
The creaking of the ceiling. Rain with thunder
This isn’t healing. I'm starting to wonder
Will I make it out alive? How will I find help?
This beast is starting to thrive. I try not to yelp.
I need to get out, without being heard.
An idea starts to sprout. Staying here would be absurd
Climbing out the window could be possible, but it would be a hazard.
The path with the monster isn’t crossable. The floor creaks, I hope the beast hasn’t heard
Waking up with sweat on my face. Wiping it off and feeling safe
I get out of bed with a quick pace. Knowing I am actually quite brave.