In my dark room
In the dark shadow is where they wait
I can see them and hear them, up very late
The sound of the tick tock drums in my head
As I hide under the sheets of my cosy warm bed
What is it? I wonder, that creeps and crawls
Making creeks in my wardrobe and in the floors
It's scared of the light as it goes when their on
And it hates adults, if they're here it's just gone!
It never shows itself or appears during the day
Or when I play music, dance or I play
It's never hurt me and I have been here for years
So I wonder why it causes me all of these fears
If I close my eyes in the middle of the day
It makes all the light disappear straight away
That's not scary so I can't figure out why
The darkness at bedtime can make me cry
So I have decided its me and a thing when I'm tired
With a little nice music I hear nothing undesired
So I still don't like it when it is dark in my room
I am brave now and know I will be asleep soon.
Copyright © Mark Stubbs | Year Posted 2024
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