Left in your room all alone
A lone soul...
whose only company is the dark casting shaddows
They exsist in your mind
but your eyes see them still
You lay in you bed completely silent
You listen intently
you hear a tap... tap... tap
you hands are tensed as they sit in your lap
You are laying in bed, you hear a creeaaak
you look around the room in the corner of your eye...
And...BAM! it gets you..
But what was it that caused your ruin?
Only the one who lies awake in bed would know...
because darkness makes one's imagination grow.
The thing that devoured the man that night
was only his own shear fright.
His fright sneaked up to his door
and started tap..tap..tapping on his floor
It then opened the door with a long creeaaak
as it went over to the man whose bravery was weak
So it's very simple you see
don't let your imagination eat you...
as it does me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem