tremble
you
should fear me
I'm
more then just a dream
I'm
the boogeyman your nightmare
coming
for
you
on
the coldest and darkest night
while
you sit stiff with fear
eyes
wide open
you're
dumb
can't
scream
you
can hear me
sneaking
under the bed
now
I'm reaching up to grab you
shadows
alive
you
whisper mommy come save me
a
door opens up wide
bright
lights invades
I'm
gone
Cinquain
mirror Poem
Copyright
© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
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