Monsters Poem by Athena King

There are many monsters in the world,
Some that grasp,
Some that bite,
But worst of all,
Are the ones in you.
Death,
Anger,
Love,
Pain,
And regret.
Those are the monsters in you.
These are the ones,
That catch and hurt,
That break and taunt.
But worst of all is hope.
Hope is an illusion,
A petty dream.
And when hope breaks,
Like it always does,
It hurts so thoroughly,
That you are shattered.
You then glue yourself together,
With whatever you can find.
More hope,
More fear,
More love,
More grief.
You are now ready to be broken again.
This is how we live our lives with the monsters in us.