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One, two

he’s coming for you

three, four

hide behind the door

five, six

let him have his pick

seven, eight

hope the danger abates.

Why does he do this?

Rolling through the darkness

hiding within the shadows,

I know he is there

with teeth bared.

Pulling the covers over my head

is that not what we did as children?

Escape the monsters we stirred

by hiding ourselves?

I want to scream, I want to cry

but I want to be safe

more than anything at all.

One, two

He came for you

Three, four

He looked behind the door

Five, six

he chose to pick

Seven, eight

the danger is great.

There is no escape

when he comes for you.

Hide where you will.

Tremble with fear.

The darkness is coming

for he feels it is time,

time to reap.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

August 18/17

 

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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