lurks some unknown
It still is there
Although I'm grown.
From sound sleep
I will wake
If I reach the edge
My life's at stake
I know it's crazy
But it's also real
There no controlling
How I feel.
Boogeyman
Unknown fear
Waits all night
For parts to appear
If I jump
Not wide enough
I run the chance
Of getting snuffed.
Boogeymen and scores unseen
Wait beneath my bed
"They like the tender ones,"
My sister always said.
dVerse Poets Pub with a challenge from Brian Miller this week. Reveal your monsters and enjoy the fun.
21 comments:
My sister was like that and I still cannot let my feet hang over the bed:) B
they like tender ones...hahaha...what a sister eh? smiles...i remember running and jumping into bed so what was beneath could not snatch my leg...lol....
Nicely done!
My dad fell out of bed a few weeks ago. He was sure there was a package under the bed. It was wrapped in glossy white paper. I don't know if he was ever convinced that it wasn't there.
made me smile. :)
Aww mean sister! (and why didn't I tell my brother that?) I still can't sleep with an arm or leg hanging off of the bed. I think that the fourth stanza is my favorite, it nails that feeling.
This was so well written, and so very true to life. To this day I cannot sleep with my hands or feet hanging off the bed, a carryover from childhood and fears about what might be lurking under that bed! I wonder why we never feared IT climbing up into the bed to get us?!
Look at all you have been through.
You're tough! ;-)
Great poem, Gail!
♥
I hope I can sleep tonight . . .
I enjoyed this, but I am surprised at the number of people worried about dangling their limbs over the bed. It's never been an issue for me..perhaps it's because I never had siblings to tease me?
Ooooo...I'd keep an eye on that sister of yours!
Thank heavens I didn't have a sister! Loved your frightened but humorous take on the prompt!
haha..i always thought sisters are better than brothers but...smiles.. but i bet you always managed to jump wide enough..
OMG Gail, this is exactly how i felt all my life, from as far back as i can remember the poem is perfect for me, i did not get rid of this fear until i was in my 50's. i don't have it now, but did for 50 years.. i would lay in the middle and not move because my arm/leg might get to close to the edge....
Half of the time Tyke lies under the bed, so I don't have to be afraid of boogeymen. Besides, there are things in real life that are a lot scarier and I'm not afraid of them.
Great poem for all those that fear the "unknown" lurking under their bed. My sister tried that on me - it didn't work. ha,ha
Great poem. And, so true. We still have monsters and demons that haunt us and invade our sleep!
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There are times when I still don't want to put my feet on the floor in the middle of the night. Boogyman fears...still as an adult! Ha! Great poem!
Well written, this poem touches our childhood memories.
I love the flow of this and it's truths;)
Oh, dear...what a naughty sister!
;)
I shared a bed with my sister when I was little --- I would scare her purposely, although I am the younger
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