Nighttime

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.