Boogeyman Poem by Kayaeisha Shaw

Every night I would scream,
wishing it was just a dream.

He comes into my room,
with a broom.

He hit me with it,
he just will not quit.

Throws me on the bed,
wish I was dead.

He pulls out the scary thing;
I already know it will sting.

Trying to stifle my cries,
but the tears rolled down my eyes.

When he finally finished,
my body felt diminished.

Every night was the same;
it felt like a sick game.

I got a knife,
and ended my life.

Now I am free,
from the boogeyman.