The Bogie Man Under My Bed
I wish he would leave but I know he is here to stay
The Bogie Man Under My Bed
He don’t rattle chains or howl at the moon
he sits in the still, where the dark grows soon
his breath smells of soil, old damp and dread
and I know what he wants when I lie in bed
He don’t knock once or whisper my name
he just waits in the hush, plays a patient game
I saw his eyes through the slats one night
they caught my heart and froze my fight
Mam said don’t fret, there’s nothing there
but she never looked, never dared stare
his fingers scratched when the night got deep
I press my hands over my mouth, don’t make a peep
He feeds on fear and left over supper
spilt dreams, cold chips and ghost of a dream
he licks the plate of a frightened mind clean
and leaves the spoons and forks behind
He don’t want light, he don’t need space
he crouches low with a shadow’s face
and when I dream, he sours the good
spits it out like only he could
I once tried to run, once tried to shout
but he stitched my voice from inside out
now I sleep with one eye wide
I don’t ask who’s there, I just let him hide
He’s not in tales, not drawn in books
not caught in traps or frightened by looks
he’s old as guilt, sharp as dread
and he’s been with me since my youth fled
Don’t say my name when the silence grows
don’t walk too soft when the bedroom knows
he’s not gone, he’s just been fed
the bogie man under my bed
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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The line “he waits in the hush”. Yikes that is creepy. Great job on this❣️