Imagination- A Poem
I am terrified to close my eyes
To sleep at night.
To know when the full moon lights the sky
The monsters come out to stir my fright.
Wolves and vampires terrorize,
Innocent beings scream.
Goblins and witches jeopardize
It is only but a dream.
Still, my imagination constantly a threat
Creating pictures in my mind.
Tears with in my eyes, little droplets of sweat
Hauntings from the friendless kind.
Ghosts quietly whisper my name,
Demons pull at my flesh.
Trying to take claim
Of an innocent soul so fresh.
Seriel killers come searching
And I begin lurching.
Screams release themselves
Trying to save myself.
It is nothing but my imagination at work
As these creatures surround me.
With evil laughs a simple smirk
I begin to plead.
I close my eyes and count to ten
If I can picture such things like these
I can turn them into funny little men
Singing and dancing in the breeze.
I can turn the dark bare trees
Into walking branches full with green.
The bats into fuzzy bumble bees
And make all of these dark things unseen.
A smile grows upon my face
As everything changes into a fairytale.
I've turned this dark nightmare into a happy place
I'm confident I can prevail.
I open my eyes
And the sun shines bright.
Clouds fill the sky
I have won the fight.
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