Boogie Man

I wrote this for a contest - and won gold

When night time crept through my door

and monstrous shadows painted the floor,

I shut my eyes and squeezed out a tear,

trembled in shame and shook in fear...

For the Boogie Man was right outside.

He had a shape and I knew his name,

his oily touches drove my mind insane.

His name was Daddy- he came to my bed

filling me with loathing, killing me with dread.

And no one ever stopped him.

He comes only in darkest shadows now,

never losing his awful power somehow.

Just an image upon my grown-woman wall,

where he leaves his hateful, hurtful pall.

He died and I was glad.

Author's Note

I don't want "help" - I want comments on my poetry and the emotions it evokes. We all have our own style and should not criticize others.

Reviews

[Johnson Bobby]

Very beautiful to capture time, so again time as if it was yesterday
The pain, has become words, the syllables, the verbs the agitives
Carmers periods, paragraphs tells me There's no fears!



Beautiful the way put into words your pain beautiful poem!


Johnsonbobby