Mother Told Me Not To Go Out At Night
A child whose curiosity shined
Who naive, did not know of such downfall
Mother always told him to stay home at night
Yet, the curiosity failed to listen to such warning
A night came, where mother was asleep
A chance to explore the depths of night
Out the doors he went
To a world all too different
A man of 40 watched him
His every move
His every sound
His every being
A grin only too sinister crept upon his face
A thought too evil made him act
As he followed the child
Slowly, following
The child unaware of such things happening
Until he heard a faint whisper
"Oh little boy"
Despair filled the mind of the child
His footsteps sped up
His heart racing
His eyes watering
Home was far away
The man behind him catching up
The faint sound of his whisper filled dread in the boy
"Little boy come play with me"
Sped up footsteps turned to running
His heart's speed almost crashing
Eyes watering turned to cries of help
Home was close
The faint whisper only too familiar
"Little boy, why are you running?"
The man's voice cracked and deep
His breath of cigar
The smell of alcohol filled the boy's nose
The boy almost fainted of fear
Yet, home was there
On the porch he went
Tried to open the door
Locked
Once again, he tried
Locked
The man approaching
The sinister smile on his face
The whisper only to familar, spoke again
"Little boy, you are making me very angry"
Fear filled the boy
Dread consumed the boy
Despair being the boy
The man closer
Too close
So close
The smell of alcohol stronger
The breath of cigar near
The little boy closed his eyes waiting for what's about to come
The whisper again spoke
"Little boy, you are now mine"
10/02/2016
(Scare Me Good Poetry Contest)
Copyright © Mary Reyes | Year Posted 2016
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