A Monster Under My Bed Poem by Lara W.A

Under my four post bed,
You’ll find many treasures,
Either that,
Or many junks.
Dusts and spider webs,
Old stacks of magazines,
Celebrities’ cut-outs,
Misplaced crayons,
And oh yeah,
A journal I hadn’t seen for many years.

Turned out,
I’ve always been ambitious,
Ambitious but reasonable.
Because in it,
There’s a Wish List neatly written,
Many forgotten wishes.
And my heart broke upon reading this:
“To die before 35.”