Bad Poetry Thursday

A Creed You Can Truly Believe
by [REDACTED]

It begins at home
In the comfort of your own bed
By the light of the hallway sconce that shines through your door.
The monsters have no power here.
Darkness cannot penetrate the light.
And then later
In the comfort of your own house
While the blue glow soaks into your eyes
While your mother and your father shout at each other
At no one
At GOD herself.
Only melodies and sound effects can reach your ears
Through your active noise cancelling headphones
And even later
In the comfort of your own family
The children sleep soundly in beds of their own
You sit alone at the dining room table
In a chair you bought on credit last year
And you know that you are safe.
And now it is sunset
As you walk together down the path
And hear the call of the lonesome train
This is where the secret lies
This is the root of the root and the bud of the bud.
The darkness always penetrates the light
But still the monsters have no power here.