Afraid of the Dark

Age six, and afriad of the dark.

     Look out the window.

Figure cold and stark.

     Agonizing fear to run away.

          Pull my ankles,  make me stay.

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

     At night I learn the Grim will Reap.

The monsters will munch upon their little toes,

     Line ripped-out teeth in blood-cluttered rows.

Waking up is something that'll never happen.

     This fact in which I sadden.

Reviews

[Bare trees]

Scary tale indeed. I used to be afraid of my closet thinking something was in there. Favorite lines: The monsters will munch upon their little toes,
Line ripped-out teeth in blood-cluttered rows. Good poem.

[Ruth]

So many demons we carry with us into adulthood! Poignant writing my friend! xx

[Vanny]

Love this write! Grim, but great! -S...

[Dream Weaver]

Great rhyming, a frightening piece
for someone who is age six....
Nicely done...

[Coyote Poetry]

The fears of youth. It is good to have faith is things of unknown and scary. Too bad we must get old and see the world with different eyes. A very entertaining short poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Matthew Kult]

Cute and Quick. Very charming. A few little minor things to tighten up.

Great write.

Matthew