Beneath my bed lurks a deep fear,
Monsters wait and draw me near,
Their claws, the doubts that grip my heart,
Their growls, the worries that tear me apart.
I hide, but they remain unseen,
Haunting my thoughts with a wicked gleam,
Until I face them with all my might,
And banish them to the endless night.
For the monsters under my bed,
Are the demons in my head.
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Coffee, Books, and Me |POETRY|
PoetryThis is a collection of Unpredictable Poetries. Coffee, and books have always been my greatest companions in writing my poems. A lot of thoughts always pop up in my mind every time I drink coffee or read books.
