Poem #8 Games
I buried my fears and worries deep beneath the earth,
Hoping they would not resurface and haunt me.
But the monsters came, and with them, terror.
I tried to run, but the demons grabbed me.
I tripped and fell, the monsters only laughed.
They trapped me beneath my bed,
And played games with my mind.
Played games with my soul.
Twisted and inhuman games.
Chloe
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