Monsters

Loose cannon do you still cry 

when someone doubts  there's a monster in your closet  or claw beneath your bed?  Is your head  still stuffed with muffled screams  and toy soldiers?  What smolders  in your corner of rusting sighs? 
Your eyes are canyons sometimes  when light is right.  They frighten me  the way that monster in your closet  frightens you.  Stuffed gargoyle smile while  you grew I remembered.