To the Boy with the Baseball Cap Who Only Wants a FriendA Poem by E. A. LideI think that Darkness is afraid of light, which is why he always hides under your bed and your covers during the day. And in the closet, where there are many soft clothes, and shadows, which cloak him sufficiently enough, at least. Sometimes, when you’re looking, you can find him tucked away under the couch where the dust bunnies live, curled up next to an old dog bone; until you grab a flashlight and lay down on your stomach, and smile at him and shine your light on him so that you can see him better. When you do that he scurries away to safety, and you don’t get a chance to get a good long look at him. And sometimes you sit around and wish that he would come out and play because he always seems to be around somewhere but he won’t talk to you. He doesn’t answer when you call because you’re always sitting on the sofa, or at the table, and there’s usually a lamp nearby- but you don’t realise that that’s why he cowers, because if you did you would turn off the lamp and pull the drapes and go to that shadowy corner in the sitting room and wait for him to creep up to you. © 2014 E. A. LideReviews
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StatsAuthorE. A. LidecornAboutSalutations fellow writers. To be frank, I've never been good at introducing myself or determining which facts are relevant and which are not, so I'm just going to wing it. I've been a member o.. more..Writing
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