MONSTERS IN THE DARK
What hides in your closet, Under your bed,Makes the walls move in the middle of the night,
What makes the floor creak, Who taps on your window,
In the middle of a storm when your all alone,
Why do door handles turn and never open,
Whats on the other side and why?
Whose little red eyes peer out from under your bed,
Who pulls the covers down when your sound asleep,
What is that lump under your covers,
It moves all around but never comes close,
Ghost pass by your door in the night,
You bury your face deep in your pillow,
Your covers pulled up you hide till dawn,
When you know it's safe,
During the day your rooms a great place,
But why at night does it turn into a creepy place,
Growing up is scary when your seven,
But when you get to our age,
The nightmares are worse,
For they don't wait till it gets dark...............
Richard E Cartledge PHOENIX 12/11/09 (c)
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