Jack look up to his mother The one who is trying to have a peek through a corner Inner thoughts went inside his head and started asking What the hell is she doing?
Mother went down Asking Jack to sleep now But Jack still wants to play So he asked for an extension today
Mother said that it is not okay Old Nick will be back any time of this day The door beep Jack needed to sleep
Jack went inside the closet Counting the numbers of teeth he has left As Old Nick went inside the room Mother's very quiet while Old Nick created a "Boom!"
Jack can hear mother's cry As Old Nick's punches fly Jack can't do a single thing He is just 5, what a poor thing
There it goes again creaking The bed started bouncing Jack can't see through the dark room Jack doesn't know his mother's doom
This poem is inspired by the book "The Room" by Emma Donoghue.