Sitting at the table,
Where everyone knows each other.
Just taking in the moment and breathing air,
Thinking about your so called perfect life.
The thought is gargantuan like heavy night.
I think about where I come from,
I am from scary monsters under my bed.
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I really like your poem, although the lines were all taken from different poems, it seems to flow really well together.
Ever see that movie with Fred Savage where Howie Mandel plays a monster under the bed?
I think it's called Little Monsters.
I am impressed with how good this poem turned out being that it came from scraps of other poems..good job..
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