The monster under my bed

The monster under my bed
Wails through the night like a child
Screaming and sniffling til it runs out of steam
And I drift away to sleep

When I dream
I dream of lips and tongues
Of potential that is unfulfilled
And the feeling that life isn't fair.
I dream of holding a child
Features from two faces in one
And it is taken away from me.

I am scared
That this will be my life.
No purpose or strategy.
No reason to hold back
But emptiness.
Just emptiness.

My life, the void.