The Wardrobe
As a young child
I used to have nightmares
A dark silhouette on the curtain
Or an uncertain sound
Often woke me with a start
My heart pounding as I listened in the dark
The wardrobe in my room
Stood tall and white
Full of toys and books for boys
But at night it glowed
As the moonlight shone through the window
And cast an eerie shadow across its surface
Many times I hid my face
Beneath the covers on my bed
Placed my head below the pillow
Curled into a ball
Closed my mind from the monster by the wall
Sometimes the floorboards creaked
With staring eyes I would wake and scream
A beam of glaring light would sweep beneath
My bedroom door
Just before my father would creep in
Awoken by the din
To scare away any uninvited guest
Lighting up the night and closing out the gloom
Scaring off the pest who lived inside my room
Father always took me by the hand
With a smile, a sigh he would always understand
‘It is just a dream, go back to sleep
The goblins they have gone away’…
Reassured I would lay back down to sleep
Close my eyes keep them tightly shut
Wise to the truth no creatures
Lived beneath this roof
In the morning
Bleary eyed and yawning
The monsters would be gone
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