There are monsters in the dark quiet woods
Monsters that follow us home late at night
These monsters disguise themselves under hoods
These monsters hide in shadows out of sight
When they go unnoticed they grow bigger
Sometimes you feel weighed down with the darkness
While you're sleeping they feed on your vigor
These monsters pretend to be so harmless
The monsters that don't hide under our beds
Monsters that turn you into a lost mess
These are the monsters that live in our heads
These monsters cause you to relieve your stress
Losing yourself is the worst part of all
You then stop fighting, letting yourself fall
YOU ARE READING
Being consumed
PoetryA Shakespearean sonnet I wrote for class about being taken over by our depression and whatever monsters cloud our minds and sometimes take it over.
