Afraid Of The Dark - Poem by Bill Cantrell
Bedtime should be a time for sweet dreams
A story a prayer and a kiss goodnight
Yet, things in the dark aren't what they seen
But when off goes the lights, the bedbugs will bite
It is not the shadows that I fear
Or the chance of a bump in the night
Why is it that my bravery comes
With the flip of a switch of the light?
In the dark, the sounds carries terrors untold,
What's that noise buzzing over my head?
Is it the monster that lurks in my closet?
Or the creatures all under my bed?
Certain death awaiting me
As the bathroom keeps calling my name
In my shame, I quietly wet my bed,
The fear of the dark is to blame!
Yes, the covers are for my protection,
Oh no, I'm revealing my feet!
All children know that you never do that,
To a monster they serve as a most tasty treat
Afraid of the dark, I admit it!
I should have not watched TV
Mummies, werewolves and bogeymen,
Together are coming for me....
MOM! ! ! !
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