The BoogeymanA Poem by Pete"People die of fright and live of confidence." - ThoreauWhen you first laid down you felt so wise. But your sleep was halted, much to your surprise. He waited for you under the covers. He came for you and not for others. He lurks around corners and follows down stairs. He traps you best swapping worries for cares. He seems to live under your bed. Maybe a closet, perhaps in your head. He can live in your slipper or even a shoe. He makes it tough to know just what to do. He seems to appear no matter how you feel. You can never quite grasp him, like a slippery eel. You clutch your pillow and can't behave. In his presence, you become his slave. He can make you do whatever he likes. He knows your weakness, that's when he strikes. You try to be brave and stop him by talking. But he will not leave and continues stalking. When he comes, it's always quiet. 'Til he stirs things up and starts a riot. When he's there, it's always dark. He circles your head like a goblin shark. He baits you well with a fat, juicy worm. He creeps you out and makes you squirm. He is not nice; he's downright mean. His visits aren't just on Halloween. The feelings he brings burn like fire. Even though you know he's just a liar. When he's around, he makes you cry. You know he's not real, but still wonder why. Your brain tells you not to assume. But emotions rule; he's in the room. When he comes, the fear is real. You barter with him to strike a deal. He questions you, hoping for a lie. But the truth hurts and you want to die. He calls you out for every error. He makes you pay by causing terror. He can find you through the smallest hole. He squeezes in and steals your soul. When you try to leave, he makes you run. He'll be back again; he's never done. He waits for you to turn off the light. He lives in darkness, filling you with fright. Why he exists, you have no clue. The Boogeyman is real. The Boogeyman is you ... © 2018 PeteAuthor's Note
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11 Reviews Added on November 24, 2016 Last Updated on November 26, 2018 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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