under the glow of the moon
in the torturous quiet,
the monsters come out to play.
Sadness, Loneliness, Worthlessness, Emptiness.
Hopelessness.
awakened and haunting your mind
like a song on a loop,
forever stuck in your head.
you hope that someday
they’ll disappear.
Forever.
but for now
the monsters play
empowered by your falling tears.
then the sun peeks out.
they vanish as suddenly as they came
and you wipe the pain away and smile,
the monsters nowhere to be found
until the deafening silence of nighttime returns.