Reyas

Monster Under My Bed

There’s a monster living under my bed,

Maybe my parents will believe me when I’m finally dead,

When the lights go out and everyone rests their heads,

That when I see them, glowing eyes of red.

 

Peeking out from the side of my covers,

Unwaveringly watching, the eyes of another,

Standing over my bed the figure will hover,

I hide under my pillow waiting for it to be over.

 

I feel cold hands on my sides start to squeeze, 

Lifting my small body with ease,

Eyes meet eyes and I start to scream,

At the same moment I awake from my dream.

Comments1

  • chana

    Enjoyed every line ! Nice visionary

    • Reyas

      Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it :)



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