I remember right before I saw the light,
Someone said something to me.
It was sweat yet scary all at the same time.
The man touched my lips and said,
"Welcome to your new home,
Earth is it's name.
You have a heart of pure,
And eyes of untainted pain.
"You shall not say a word,
Of the truths you are told.
For life as everyone comes to know
Is a test with many foes."
He was gone from my sight,
The man with white wing,
And everything was a blurr.
I couldn't see a thing.
It took time to get used to the place that was new.
The only thing that conferted me was my m..mo...momy.
At least i think thats her name, at least that's what i feel.
Then all at once I felt a tear, roll down my face.
Becuase I was seeing true fear in my face.
There behind mommy was a kind of man,
His eyes glew red and he had teath in his hands.
I cried out her name,
Yet mommy doesn't understand.
Are mommy's eyes bad?
There at night I feel them outside.
These things that crawl in the night.
I call to the man with white wings,
Yet he never seems to hear.
So I call mommy really loud.
She coms running with a tear.
I can feel and see them.
They all glow red.
Why can't mommy see them?
Is she ok?
What should I do about them I really need help.
Cause at night they sit next to me.
And I yell.
Author notes
ummm...im really not into scary things...and i dont like bringing such things to the mind of a mother, but ever since i saw those dumb scary movies i think they are right that maybe kids can see things we can't
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you do bring up a good idea, a scarry one but good none the less... what if the thing that scares him so he can see and i can not....it would explane why i cannot comfort him thank you for your entry and good luck
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I'm sorry about your babe...have you tried, not that i'm a mom but, have you tried just driving the baby and putting himj to sleep...my parents did that when i was young. if not singing is timeless spell filled with love that forms a barrier around the ones you love....lol...just need to find the right song.
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this is really really good. even if you're not into scary things, you did a very good job with this piece. it paints a vivid picture in my head, which is vital to this genre.
excellent job :]
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no im not into scary things, but i become the charcter whenever i write....and i felt scared.
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Very,Very,Very nicely written, no joke, beautifully darling. Morbid, yet believable
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thank you for you comment...my poetry is usually about the things people cant see....but i liked the subject. and at times i felt the exactly teh same way as the character.
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