Monsters hide under your bed.
They creep and crawl,
They scratch the walls,
They burn the houses down.
They make you question your sanity.
They make you wonder,
Are you the monster?
But is the monster that hides in the,
depths of your soul waiting to roar,
The scream of a battle cry that awaits...
That awaits a scream of true nothing.
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The Depths of the Heart
PoetryAll my work is mine, I wrote it so no stealing 😑. Please comment and like it, add it to your library please!! My work is kinda society based off of, it's also deep, and different, straight forward. I have short and long poems. Hope you like it and...
