Tonight I was looking through my notes and felt like sharing this poem I wrote a few years ago:
LITTLE MONSTER
by Nora Graff Kleven
Little monster, deep and dear,
I know you hold this thing called fear
Your breath is foul, your logic stinks
You obey destruction’s every wink
Little monster, low and strange
You are so strong, how can I change?
I’ve nurtured you for many years
I’ve raised you with a thousand tears
Now I am tired; you are lame
I will no longer feed your flame
So if to you it’s all the same
I think I’ll quit this stupid game
Let us now leave shame to shame
Forever may your hate be tamed
Good night!
funlit 