I Do Not Fear the BogeymanA Poem by Zombie WaffleI do not fear the bogeyman. The monster under my bed goes by another name.I do not fear the bogeyman. The monster under my bed goes by another name. He does not creep, Or crawl, Or bite, Or stalk my walls.
Neither does he dwell in my closet. No, my monster is a different beast entirely. He lives in many places; In pages, In pens, In all the world’s empty spaces.
My terror does not wait for dark to play. This fiend is content with the bright light of the day To star in his wicked games. He pokes, He prods, He distracts and provokes.
Who would fear the bogeyman? When my nightmare dwells with me Through all my days and nights.
From over my shoulder he whispers to me, As he plays his depraved games. And to me he divulged his name, So that I may know my tormenter. He spoke with raspy voice, Close enough to make me shiver.
I do not fear the bogeyman. I fear a creature far more fearsome. And he goes by the name of Writer’s Block. © 2012 Zombie WaffleAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorZombie WaffleDundee, Scotland, United KingdomAboutI've been absent from here for a while now, but I am hoping to break back into my writing now that I'm settled at university. Don't expect flowery romance or deep emotional scenes here - I like my .. more..Writing
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