(For Lugat) <br /> <br />Awakening, he hears the sound of creaking floor <br />Monsters forced their way through his locked door <br />The rain stomps like a strong soldier on the roof <br />Someone is angry; the sonorous thunder is proof <br /> <br />He knows under the bed skulks a six-eyed creature <br />In the dense shadows prowls a three-legged vulture <br />Yesterday, he saw them inside the television set <br />They carved a hole on the screen to make an exit <br /> <br />Where is the light? Darkness rules his small room <br />Without the brightness, adjacent him is his doom <br />Shaking all over, small body soaked in anxious sweat <br />He swims deeper into his Winnie the Pooh blanket <br /> <br />Tiny hand clamps little mouth to keep himself quiet <br />The monsters might hear him and devour him as meat <br />Where is old Mr. Batman, where is Mr. Spiderman? <br />For them the scared boy waits, not yet a disillusioned fan. <br /> <br />His parents slumber deep in the connecting budoir <br />God must rouse them now, to check on the little boy <br />The rain will sound like music, the monsters will vanish <br />Gentle words will slice his fear, his nightmare will perish. <br /> <br />(15 June 2000)<br /><br />Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-child-s-mind-on-his-first-night-alone/
