I try to pretend you’re not even there
With your creepy eyes and scraggly hair
You watch for my feet to dangle over the bed
As across the floor I fear to tread
I wait for a moment, silent, listening
And I feel your eyes watching, glistening
I feel you stalking me, so silent, so still
Awaiting the right moment to go for the kill
Alone I wait, in the night, so forlorn
The night still young, a long time ‘til morn
You weren’t there this morning when I awoke
But now you’re back with your sick little joke
Please leave me alone, go back where you came
For you it must be another frightening game
I tremble in fear of what lies ahead
It’s all your fault, you under the bed
Dee Garner
©October 30, 2009









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