Bill Cantrell

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! ! ! !

Topic(s) of this poem: fears

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this for my grand children

Comments about Afraid Of The Dark by Bill Cantrell

  • Practicing Poetess (11/12/2017 10:08:00 PM)

    What an amazing ability to enter into the mind of a child! (Or to recall, with such clarity, old childhood feelings & memories.)
    You have done a wonderful job with this. Enjoyed it immensely!
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  • Annette Aitken (7/18/2016 1:20:00 PM)

    Yes I think all kids go through this at some stage of their lives. Sure even now on an odd occasional night when your feet hang over the edge, you quickly pull them back into bed. and thats as an adult. ha ha.

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  • Bri Edwards (7/1/2016 4:19:00 PM)

    and i think werewolves, not werewolfs, BUT the poem was/is great and i'm going to share it with della perry. i am now reading a poem in which she mentions the family dog turning into a werewolf.

    bri ;)
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  • Bri Edwards (6/30/2016 8:58:00 PM)

    enjoyed these lines especially:

    Why is it that my bravery comes
    With the flip of a switch of the light?


    Yet, things in the dark aren’t what they seen
    But when off goes the lights, the bedbugs will bite.....seen to seen & But to And. just suggesting, 'young man'.

    In my shame, I quietly wet my bed,
    The fear of the dark is to blame! ...............i think swollen prostate may be MY excuse!

    I LOOKED THIS UP because i would spell it 'boogyman'; i see now that several spellings are acceptable.

    [but i think ware wolf should be werewolf, and my great-grandfather was one, so i should know.]

    From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
    For other uses, see Bogeyman (disambiguation) .
    This article needs additional citations for verification. Please help improve this article by adding citations to reliable sources. Unsourced material may be challenged and removed. (January 2016) (Learn how and when to remove this template message)
    Goya's Que viene el Coco (Here Comes the Bogeyman / The Boogeyman is Coming) c.1797

    Bogeyman (also spelled bogieman, boogeyman, or boogie man, and pronounced /bʊɡimæn/ or /boʊɡimæn/; see spelling differences) [1] is a common allusion to a mythical creature in many cultures used by adults to frighten children into good behavior. This monster has no specific appearance, and conceptions about it can vary drastically from household to household within the same community; in many cases, he has no set appearance in the mind of an adult or child, but is simply a non-specific embodiment of terror. Parents may tell their children that if they misbehave, the bogeyman will get them. Bogeymen may target a specific mischief—for instance, a bogeyman that punishes children who suck their thumbs—or general misbehaviour, depending on what purpose needs serving. In some cases, the bogeyman is a nickname for the devil. Bogeyman tales vary by region. The bogeyman is usually a masculine entity but can be any gender or simply androgynous.

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    i love this poem and shall send it to MyPoemList.

    bri ;)

    p.s. you may appreciate my: Alien's Oyster-Feast........ [fantasy; Humor? ; Alien Invasion? ; Personal] reviewed 1/8/2014
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    Bill Cantrell (7/1/2016 6:48:00 AM)

    Thanks for reading my poem and for the suggestion, I will check out your poems my friend.

  • Cheryl Spillman (6/16/2016 12:02:00 AM)

    This poem reminds me of why we should not watch scary TV shows or movies before bedtime. My sister and I slept together for protection. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (4/14/2016 4:17:00 PM)

    Excellent! You captured all my childhood qualms and alarms and cries for Mommmmmmmmy! It is amazing how many soft creeping sounds there are at night- and how a coat slung over a chair can take so many different monstrous forms. Well written and well enjoyed! (Report) Reply

  • Moira Cameron (3/21/2016 12:22:00 AM)

    This reminds me a little of Mercer Mayer's stories! Did this help or hinder your grandchildren's fears, I wonder! A good poem for Hallowe'en! (Report) Reply

  • (1/12/2016 8:28:00 AM)

    Great metaphor between darkness, night, and being afraid of the dark. Wickedness (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (4/1/2015 2:13:00 PM)

    A well written piece, Bill. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (3/27/2015 9:33:00 AM)

    The darkness is frightful to most people but the one you have described is extremely horrifying to the reader. It is no less than a nightmare. Thanks for sharing this poem which gives shivers down the spines. A look at these lines will testify: As the bathroom keeps calling my name / In my shame, I quietly wet my bed / The fear of the dark is to blame! (Report) Reply

  • (3/27/2015 9:16:00 AM)

    Fear of death a natural phenomenon for all and here the fear is the theme together with the death syndrome rightly said in the poem.likes. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 27, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 2, 2016

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