Bedtime

By Zabeth

Fri, 13 Jan 2017
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The darkness comes, the shadows weep,
The moon is hidden by the night.
You close your eyes, and try to sleep,
But something lurks beyond your sight.

My precious one, you worry so.
It's time for you to sleep, my dear.
But still you shiver, for you know
The Boogeyman is drawing near.

In such blackness, you are blind,
Helpless, scared, and all alone.
Images flash through your mind
Of horrors you have not yet known.

He hides beneath your bed, you see,
Waiting for the chance to strike.
You wonder, how bad could it be
To find out what the worst is like?

My Precious One, you must not fear,
For you must rest, and you must dream.
But still the Boogeyman draws near,
And you have lost the breath to scream.

I'm here for you, my Precious one.
Now, take that thought and close your eyes.
If He shall strike, then I shall come,
Unless I do not hear your cries.

The Boogeyman is drawing near,
The Boogeyman will be here soon.
He's coming, for he smells your fear.
He's coming. He's coming for You.

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Comments

Submitted by Zabeth on

I'm not sure how well this fits the IP ("Superstition"), but I got to thinking about some of my old stuff, and dug this out of my Poetry file. I wrote this a very long time ago, and while I hope I've improved since then, it's difficult for me to tell with my older work if it's any good. I had less of a sense of how to use structure in poetry back then. I honestly think that most of my older work is crap, but it's good to remind oneself of how far you've progressed, as well as how far you still have to go.

Submitted by celticman on

the bogey men is always good and often misunderstood, under the bed, is often in your head. 

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Your poem is good I enjoyed it. As a child I had a lot of nightmares the most common of these dreams ended in a falling sensation and waking with a terrific fright.

Cheers, nice poem. Tom Brown