At rest in bed I dream a dream
of monsters who await
in darkness where they plot and scheme
With hearts that beat with hate.
My mind sees beasts with eyes agleam.
Their furry paws create
A whispered shuffle to make me scream,
And limbs with fear gyrate.
These creatures snarl and sound extreme,
Their yowls and howls so great
And mighty shake my room. They seem
So harsh and won't abate.
Yet monsters tremble when I scream!
They flee and hide and wait.
Perhaps they fear what humans deem
To be a normal state.
Could they be like me, I dream?
Perhaps we can create
Not fear but friendship. So I beam
A smile and risk my fate.
Henceforth in bed I can allow
My friend with me to cower.
The dark still scares us but we now
Bring comfort to each other.
--------------
I'm not very good at poems, but here's an attempt I'm willing to put out for the public to peruse.
No comments:
Post a Comment