what a child fears becomes
his reality in the dark of night
monsters take flight
they hide in the closet causing such fright
thoughts of the boogieman
run through a child's head
the slightest sound heard could
be him lurking beneath the bed
shadows turn into witches
who cast evil spells
or gangsters who grab him
threatening him with hell
sleepless he awaits daylight
when all will be well
all the creepy monsters gone
along with the witches spells
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We only too often blow things well out of proportion, but for Children they are still learning and sometimes their light becomes overshadowed at night because trying to work out what is real and what is not can seem very difficult when you are in your own room alone with just the night and your own thoughts to guide you.A great write and I think that we should show much more compassion when Children say that they need to sleep with the light on, who doesn't need a little more light in their lives? A great write here and so worth a 10 from me.Love Duncan