April 4, 2016


Its time for bed

But not for me

As I’ve a tale

To share with thee


I try my hardest

Not to sleep

The last thing I’d do

Is count sheep


For night time brings

A dreaded fear

Of people creeping

Around in here


It feels so real

For goodness sake

I cannot tell

If I’m awake


But now I feel

My body sink

It’s off to sleep

At least I think


The front doors first

I hear it break

The noise so loud

I start to shake


Something big

On the bottom floor

It’s really frightening

Of that I’m sure


My body frozen

As if tied up

And I’m an adult

All grown up


I try so hard

To wriggle free

But terror      

Has a hold of me


The crashing noise

Is on the stair

Climbing slowly

I know its there


I hear the doorway

Open wide

And I have nowhere

Left to hide


Whatever’s here

I cannot see

But sense it watching

Over me


I want to scream

Or even shout

But cannot move

Nor get words out


Then it whispers

In my ear

Each night different

A brand new fear


And so I ask

Next time you sleep

To drift off calmly

And slumber deep


For things I’ve done

Won’t go away

At least not til

The light of day


The problem with

The things we see

They stay within

For eternity



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