Oct 2015
I feel happy
but all I want to do is cry
like I just saw the boogeyman
lurking in between my jackets
and grinning with his
sharpened teeth
With a child on a chain
the name on his collar is
scratched, unreadable
Who?
When I peer from my sheets
all that remains across the room
filled with summer’s breath
I lose my own
He’s gone
The child remains,
back to me,
shivering
but the boogeyman
He’s gone
Where?
Where?
What was I sayi –
Who?
Where?
…
but all I want to do is cry
like I just saw the boogeyman
lurking in between my jackets
and grinning with his
sharpened teeth
With a child on a chain
the name on his collar is
scratched, unreadable
Who?
When I peer from my sheets
all that remains across the room
filled with summer’s breath
I lose my own
He’s gone
The child remains,
back to me,
shivering
but the boogeyman
He’s gone
Where?
Where?
What was I sayi –
Who?
Where?
…
This is the first poem I'll post here, I really hope whoever reads it enjoys it. I also hope to get to know you all, as well as your work. Have a lovely day!
