The night creeps in,
silently exposing my dreams,
to the dark outside,
I scream.
My parents rush in,
they pat my head and,
saying it's okay,
put me back in bed.
I know somethings out there,
waiting for me to fall asleep,
so I lay in bed for hours,
trying not to make a peep.
My eyes close just a second,
and i'm out cold,
helpless against the monster,
at the foot of my bed.
My dreams are exposed to me,
only my eyes can see the sight,
of the six foot monster,
on this moonless night.
I scream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Did you know that someone could have saved you? In Africa it has been proven that one can change a dream into something pleasant. I have tried it and with practice one can get good at it and it even helps in writing poetry. Read mine - Who am I - Adeline