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His Monster Under the Bed

Updated on September 18, 2012

He shivered and quivered

his earnest missiles around him

keeping to his place

a midst his blankets

how he wishes

that he were brave

like others have been

to seek relief across the way

knowing that he would be safe

yet every sound

attributed to the monster

glaring at him

savoring a grasp

at a stocking foot

or bare

it doesn't matter to the monster

all the same

so there he sits


hoping his beasty

will turn away

the wretched creature

has all night

only evaporating

with the dawn rays

shall he risk it?

what would you say?

surely there must be a way.


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      Jaggedfrost 5 years ago

      My son feels much the same with a few minor deviations.

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      twolittlehands 5 years ago from Utah

      This poem chills my blood. The monster is real to him.

      When I was little, trying to sleep on my bottom bunk beneath the bulge that was my sister on the top, all was dark and quiet and very eerie. I was sure the devil was under my bed ready to grab me when I wasn't aware. I decided that if I kept my entire body tucked inside my blanket, right up to my chin, but not above (so I could breathe), then I would be safe. It worked for me.

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      Jaggedfrost 5 years ago

      Mhatter99 You know how the song goes, I'm her for your entertainment.

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      Martin Kloess 5 years ago from San Francisco

      Entertaining poem. Thank you