Letting my mind write whatever it wants can lead to some unexpected outcomes. It started out as a simple bit of horror. Suddenly it’s about my father.
A Child In The Dark
The moon peeps through the lowering cloud,
Makes shadows on the wall.
I tell myself that’s what I see,
Convince myself that’s all.
But then the moon is gone again,
But still the shape is there.
So I look for another way,
To chase away the scare.
I want to hide beneath my sheets,
Can’t tear my gaze away.
Just barely I can see it move,
It’s in my mind I say.
The darker shape within the dark,
A blacker shade of black.
Too dark to see and yet I see,
The spikes along it’s back.
Such things as this cannot exist,
They simply cannot be.
And yet the claws that tug my sheets,
I do the only thing I can,
I scream with all my might.
And hear my fathers footsteps come,
Know he’ll turn on the light.
Dark scrapes it’s claws along my leg,
The pain it makes me cry.
Then suddenly the light is on,
My fathers question “Why?”
I try to tell between the sobs,
Of darkness that was there,
“Don’t worry son it’s just a dream,
You’re safe no monster’s there.”
I wish that I could be as sure,
As father seems to be.
I guess for now he’s sure enough,
I’ll trust and wait and see.