The Boogie Man

What if I,

am the monster under your bed?

The scratches on your bedpost,

      that appeared late last night.

The creak in the floorboards,

      when no one is home.

The eerie feeling in the air,

      when you first walk in.

I am what makes you

    tuck your feet

under your blanket,

and leave your hall light on,

    with your door cracked open.

Maybe so you can escape.

I plaster shadows on your walls,

as a tease.

This is my fun,

    scaring you.

It’s easy and I’ve done it

for so long,

it’s almost second nature.

You hate me,

but I love being your monster.

Reviews

[Abhishek Izy]

Nicely written this one!!! Was monster a 'metaphor' in some sort of ways. Even when you read it literally, its fluidity makes sense and makes it delightful

[trying_to_write]

Thank you so much for the kind words!