Insomnia

I don’t like creep crawlies.
You know,
the ones that give a fright,
running ‘cross the bedroom wall
just as you hit the light.
You quickly turn it on again
but they’re gone and not in sight.

You search beneath the bedclothes
quickly rub your hair,
take a peek below the bed
but can’t see them anywhere.
So you snuggle down pretending
that you no longer care.

One eye peers through the darkness,
hands grip the bedclothes tight
pulls them up around your neck,
ears strain with all their might.
imagined hairy footsteps
padding through the night.


But one thing really scares me sick,
it races round my head
and I whisper very softly, when
lying snug in bed.
“Promise me”
and sleepily, he slowly nods his head.
“When you come to bury me
make very sure I’m dead!”

He says,
“Did you know a spider
is sitting on your head?”