The Monster from Under My Bed

A child explains the account of encountering his fears

 

Most nights before I lay down to fall asleep,

My father is here with me.

Here to ease my head,

To keep me safe from the monster from under the bed.

This night I have not been able to reach my bedside,

I have scurried to other places to run and hide.

The monster has refused the ritual slay,

Instead he would rather come out and play.

 

I have seen the monster’s face many times before,

This is a face too familiar to ignore.

The monster and my father are very much alike,

You would say they were the same in plain sight.

The difference lies in the iris of their eyes,

The tone they use to deliver their lies.

On this night I could hear its scarlet eyes lurking around,

Feel the grumbling voice exhale like a beaten hound.

 

The monster was more irritated than usual tonight,

There was this alien feeling of fright.

As I heard glass shatter,

I peeked about to see what was the matter.

The monster had taken my father's place,

It stared at me right when it struck mother across the face.

Mother shrieked as she fled to the floor,

The monster ended her with a blow of a 2-by-4.

“Don’t be scared little one; I have a secret for you.

I have a game I want to play; it won’t take a second or two.”

He could see the fear in my eyes,

“You can trust me; Please do not try to hide.”

That was the moment it lunged for me,

It was far too sluggish; I took my flee.

I am a lone eleven-year-old boy,

Not some drunken b******s toy.

 

So now I lay underneath my own bed,

While the monster is waiting to be fed.

I can hear the floorboards scream as he stalks the house,

The board behind him squealing like a trapped mouse.

Mommy is in the kitchen presumably dead,

Because daddy could not keep his head.

A bloody claw reaches in for the kill,

Happy endings are for the ill. 

Reviews

[D.Y.Petkova]

I really like it. The idea of the most beloved and the most hated sharing the same face is used pretty often, but you've succeeded in doing that in an amazing way.

[Elmarie]

Hi There Hayden

Domestic violence and the sad destruction of innocence within a young boy's life. The mother murdered and the boy the next victim. Very sad tale to tell. I thought you did a great job putting it to verse.

Blessings

El

Possible small edits:
To keep me safe from the monster from under the bed.( delete second from as it could flow smoother)
I peeked about to see what was a matter. (the matter maybe)
The monster had taken my father place, (Father's)

[RaeAlyn]

This is a very good poem. Interesting topic.