Monsters

When I was a child I feared monsters.
The red-eyed and boney one under the bed,
the green, slimey one in the closet,
the pale ghostly one in the bathroom.

When I was a child, I feared mere figments
of my imagination.
Those monsters were not real,
nor will they ever be.

But now I fear reality.
I fear that I am losing touch with the ones I hold dearest.
I fear that they will soon cast me aside,
and I will be alone.

I can feel it happening.
My fears, my "monsters" are becoming real.
They are no longer fears;
they are inevitable.