Donna Jones Poet Free verse

Shadow Man

When that one moment sucks the illusion of safety away
We're left knowing tomorrow will be different from today

After nightly prayers, should I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

For a child of six, stone still in her bed
Watching shadow man creep by her window, it began

With the safety of loving parents in just the next room
She, too afraid to breath, remained alone

Eventually, tears turned to cries of tortured fear
Bringing parents arms to hold her near

The shadow man stole more than material things
He turned fairy wings into creeping things in a little girls dreams

©Donna Jones

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John Ginesi June 24, 2013 at 3:27 AM Hi Donna, This sounds so scary for a little child, experiencing the creepy Shadow man, he is a kin to the boogie men we grew up with and very scary, a poem with a difference, well told. John

Andrea Dietrich April 10, 2013 at 3:00 PM this is a very interesting one of yours. I am glad to finally see it further down your page. Nicely done! Had it been for a contest? Donna Jones April 12, 2013 at 9:32 PM No, no contest, just something that happened to me when I was a child...thanks for stoppind andrea

Scribbler Of Verses March 1, 2013 at 4:14 AM Powerful, haunting, vivid! Thank you for sharing, Donna! Donna Jones March 1, 2013 at 9:25 AM Thanks for stopping by to read....:-)

Jack Horne February 28, 2013 at 3:23 PM scary write here, my friend - so well worded Donna Jones February 28, 2013 at 4:01 PM Thank you jack ...

Harry Horsman February 28, 2013 at 3:19 PM this is a wonderful poem, Donna, one not only can read this, but the visual is amazing... Donna Jones February 28, 2013 at 4:02 PM I appreciate your kind words harry....and for stopping by...Donna

Len Gasun February 28, 2013 at 8:59 AM Creepy but extremely wonderful write my dear friend, Donna! Congrats for a well-done poem! I love it and I have enjoyed reading it. Thank you so much! love always, Leonora Donna Jones February 28, 2013 at 10:03 AM Thanks Leonora..its amazing the things that leave an impression on children's memories

Painted Hunter February 28, 2013 at 8:52 AM ooooo...creepy...I like it!!! Donna Jones February 28, 2013 at 10:04 AM Thank you Caleb...sometimes truth is better than any fiction!

Audrey Haick February 27, 2013 at 8:11 PM I imagine how scared you were Donna! The fact that you still recall this night says how frightening it was for you. Great job in telling your story. And thanks for your kind support, my friend. God bless. Love, Annalise Donna Jones February 27, 2013 at 9:14 PM Yes it was the first time I realized everyone in the world was not nice...l lived a very sheltered loving childhood and it made a definite impression. Thanks for stopping

Russell Sivey February 27, 2013 at 7:35 PM Wow, this is a creepy theme, terror infested write my friend! You have written a very successful poem here Donna, it did bring fear, but that's what you wanted! Incredible design, Great Work!! Donna Jones February 27, 2013 at 7:42 PM The little girl was me...the guy only stole our fishing poles hanging on the outside of the house..about all we had of any value...but I still remember it! Creep!