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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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