From Under My Bed

Strangers under my bed

I was told they were all in my head

Darkness comes

Out of the silence –hums

Coming from the visitors under my bed

I rest in a place of thought

Somewhere between my dreams

Somewhere I am alone

But yet feel so at home

I arise from my partial slumber

My thoughts a bit humbler

I then hear a sound

And I look around

It was my clock

That infernal tick-tock

But something deeper

Like a deadly reaper

An utter silence I hear

A sound that brings me fear

That near-silent hum

Of the strangers under my bed

I knew they were not real

But it’s like they knew what I feel

Their hums crawling into my skin

Like they could reach through the cloth of my bed -- that was so thin

…Just waiting for the moment

To finish their torment

To end my life in an instant

The only thing protecting me was the tick of my clock that was so distant

I hide under my covers

Wrapped up over me so fast

You’d think it was two lovers

And still the hum of my visitors amassed

I looked into the shadows

Dark eyes aglow

The form of a face I see

That oddly looked like me

(And at that moment) I realized that the monsters under the bed

That I thought were in my head

Were really me instead

A part of me I thought was dead

By: Kylan Walker