Why is the dark so scary?
What fills me full of dread?
And why is it always dark as hell,
When it’s time to go to bed.
I take the stairs two at a time,
there’s darkness all around.
Although my eye’s can’t see a thing,
My ears pick up a sound.
I race to my bedroom “The thing” at my heels,
Can anyone know how this really feels?
Quivering, shaking and all tense inside,
Blinding panic for a place to hide.
I jump under the duvet, my eye’s scrunched tight
But my ears are still open wide.
Only one thing can save me now,
I’ll place a finger in either side!
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Written February 9th, 2002
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excellent
Nice! I know the feeling well for every night I am alone! -
I have to have a small light on..I know, what a woos, at my age. Also that monster under the bed always comes out if its too dark.
No stars but 5 pretty little cockle shells. -
Good stuff – reminds me of the question: Why does Christmas always come just when all the shops are so busy? Lol
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love this poem it reminds me of when I was a kid ..lol good one
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lol, glad you brought this one back. I enjoyed it even more the second time round. It reminds me of my little Oliver.
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I wrote this for my #1 daughter, glad you liked it. :o)
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I love this one :O)
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