POEM STARTER
Door shut tightly, might the monsters come.
Write a poem which ends with this line. You may wish to interpret the 'monsters’ metaphorically rather than literally.
The Monster
Leaves fall on my head
Crunching as I tread
You hold my hand
Skin warm and tanned
Cold stares
You are their nightmare
I realize that you
Are evil it’s true
My friends told me
But i couldn’t believe the key
You took advantage of my soul
And I thought you were cool
As I stand alone
No smell of your cologne
No friends, no one
I won’t ever see the sun
It’s all your fault
You broke into my vault
Stole my heart
Broke it from the start
This feeling you made
I’m not afraid
I lay on my bed, heartbeat a drum
Door shut tightly, might the monsters come