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Things
Contributed by
bobbyclay56
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Friday, 21st October 2011 @ 06:54:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
hbadday
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Things
With fear, will come the nightmares, with nightmares will come the things
Little imps in the darkness that screaming always brings
I pull the covers over my head and close my eyes so tight
Then slowly reach from under the sheets and turn on the table light
I rub my eyes and dismiss them saying it was the creaking of the springs
But then I hear their whispering and know it’s the plotting of the things
With the light giving me courage I slide the covers from my head
And wonder what they look like, those things beneath my bed
They tug at my curiosity; they bait me when I’m weak
They know I’ll toss and turn and finally say no harm in just one peek
I tell myself, I’ll do it quickly I just want a glimpse of the things
To ease my mind I’ll peep over the side to see what my nightmare brings
Alas for now I live in darkness creepy crawling through the springs
For just one peek I’ve made myself one of those creepy things
Poem by Bobbyclay56
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Re: Things
(User Rating: 1 ) by CoLDness on
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Great poem! Just awesome, keep up the good work. |
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