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

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