Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Every night there is something in my room's corner.

Is he just there to scare or maybe just a warner. 

Very, very cautiously I climb in my soft bed. 

And I can see his big black scary abundant head. 
'' Oh, no! '' I yell with eyes closed tight. '' There he is again! '' 

I hope someone will come  save  my  precious life and then... 

I see a white gleam in one of his big pitch black eyes.

In my throat I feel my little heart starting to rise. 
I then suddenly hide my head under the blanket. 

Where is the water of my fishbowl? No, he drank it. 

My father snoring, is just making it a lot worse. 

I think I'm gonna faint, now I really need a nurse. 
He is coming, he is coming, he's coming to me! 

I feel so hot as  a boiling cups of rooibos tee. 

I am so afraid that my sweat's turning into steam. 

Then I wake up, and I realise  it's just a dream.