My Poetry

Bedtime Story

Toss and turn, from left to right.

Keep your eyes shut with all your might.


Blanket up, or blanket down.

Keep your eyes shut without a frown.


Lights on, or lights off.

And remember, keep your eyes shut you little goff.



You’re still not dreaming, so you repeat.

And repeat.

And repeat.

And repeat.



Toss and turn, from left to right.

Keep your eyes shut with all your might.



Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Your ear drums dance while the clock sings a tune.


Tick. Tock. Tick tock.

Your nightly visitor is ready for you…


The grotesque beast unhurriedly climbs from under the bed, slow like a sloth,

leaving black bile in his tracks.


His slimy, fat, body is covered in clumps of gray and black hair and pillow feathers.

His split, cracked, tongue is covered in black spots and small Z’s.

His sweaty, leathery, hands are full of blisters and souvenirs, little patches of victims’ blankets.

His slit eyes are the darkest shade of black, yet hypnotizing like a lullaby.

And he reeks of bad breath and bad dreams.


He sluggishly creeps across your blanket, without a care for time, and makes his way to your head.

Perched on your head, the vicious brute pries your eyes open.

Pinning your eyelids to your forehead with his filthy, curled, fingernails.

Now you won’t miss one second of his nightly ritual…


Soon, your bright yellow savior comes to your rescue.

Chasing the evil creature away with her beautiful beams.

But, the monster already finished his duty…


You thank the yellow, angelic, warrior.

But you despise her aid more, for you don’t know whether she came too late, or too early.

You don’t know whether to deride her, or the monster, for your suffering.

Her, for coming too soon, or the monster, for coming at all.

You can’t scorn her for her innocent, sweet, intentions though…


Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The beast is gone, yet your eyes are still wide open.


Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

It’s now six, and your alarm is set for seven.


Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Sleep sounds so delicious.


Tick. Tock. Tick tock.

Sleep, is so, delicious…

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