Poem -

Childhood monsters.

I didn't like the night's
They were long and strange
Something kept me company, though distant
And

Out of range.......

I couldn't tune in, I couldn't zone out, it was incredible
How it felt,

I'd breathe beneath my blankets, the air warm yet hostile

I'd stay there awhile,
My heart beating in tones so unclear, and out of beat

I'd hear noises, like cracking on the hallway walls
And 
the walking of many feet

I didn't like the night's hour's
They were frightfully slow
To amuse.........

I'd given the emptiness my emotions, the darkness chose to abuse

My mind in shadows
Playground, I didn't get much sleep,

​​​​​​I didn't make a sound
Never made a peep,

The night's they had their secrets, those monster's chose to keep.

 

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sparrowsong

Hello Sis Deano...

WOW!

I wasn't afraid of my nightmares when I was asleep...

Being awake in the day always made the Monsters my friend...

Even children sleep and dream in similar fashion, but Monsters aren't seen the same...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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Nardine Sanderson

Hey beautiful, thanks heaps I'm glad you arent afraid, I recall being around seven hiding under my blankets
Afraid of the dark, it just felt so lonely
I couldn't wait for morning to come
Everything is different in the light of day
Sending my love, nardine xo

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