Sound of the clock
Tick tock... tick tock
Moon up to the sky
i say to the sun goodbye
Mom told me to go to sleep
But i told her i dont want to sleep
So she read me a story
To ease my worry
But i cant sleep
Theres a ghost under my bed
A lady hiding in the closet
A monster peeking at the window color red
So my mother slept by my side
She gave me a hug
And said, in my sleep, my angels will guide
Then i close my eyes
Tick tock... tick tock
Piercing shrieks of owls
Tick tock... tick tock
Is what i heard for hours
Howl of the dogs
Someones touching my feet
Not a mice or bugs
Its a touch of a hand i feel
I cant sleep
So i opened my eyes wide
And saw a lady like a bride
The only difference is that its covered with red stains
I dont know what to say
Shes staring at me
So i screamed screamed screamed screamed screamed screamed screamed screamed screamed
Until my mommy wake up and coaxed me
Tick tock... tick tock
She said i must go to sleep
So she read me a story again
So I can sleep
But i can't sleep
i force to close my eyes
Then it happens again
Because the sky started to rain
Tick tock... tick tock
Roaring thunders of the sky
Tick tock... tick tock
Squeaking sounds of doors
And then a man
a big man came from under my bed
Turn off and on of the LED
Who are you i said
Then he smile
So i screamed screamed scremaed screamed screamed screamed screamed screamed
And my mother wake up again
And read me a story again and again
A red man outside opened the window
So i screamed
My mother told a story again and again
And again and again and again
But i cant sleep
I'm scared that mommy won't be there when i wake up
And ghosts might do something creep
So i'll open my eyes and be a coward to sleep
YOU ARE READING
WE ARE COWARDS
Poetry"A coward of life Once a warrior of challenge Pacifist of strife." A collection of free verse poems made up of fears. These poems have varying perspectives of these coward people, which teaches us that being a coward doesn't makes us less of an indi...
