Dear child,
Pray that the
Monsters under your
Your bed
And in your closet
Don’t get you
Before you open
Your eyes
In the morning
Dear child,
Pray that the
Light
Scares the darkness
From your room
Dear child,
Pray that the
Lies
They tell you
Aren’t true
Dear child,
Pray that your
Demons
Don’t murder you
Before you wake
Dear child,
If your demons do
Than don’t run
And hide
Instead stay
And face them
Dear child,
Realize life is not real
Just an illusion
A dream
A hallucination
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very true. its awful, but true. now-a-days, no one is who they say they are. its awful and seems hopeless, but luckily its not. very sad and touching poem.