Monsters
The monsters came back,
They taunted her every night,
Telling her absurd things.
They made her think.
They whispered in her ear
Trying to lead her to do
something
She had tried so hard to
overcome.
This was a constant battle
Between her and the wicked.
And yet again,
She was left with nothing
In a dark room
Because the monsters won.
Copyright © Caryl-Anne Ok | Year Posted 2013
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