Nothing Under The Bed Asleep was he sleep, asleep In a sleep very deep When he awoke to a creak First the sound was very weak But it grew stronger And it sounded longer He sat up and then the noise stopped Again into sleep he dropped But soon again he awoke to a noise He sat up with poise And then the noise stopped Again he slept but the noise persisted Until now he had resisted The temptation to find this sound He stepped form his bed onto the ground Flipped the switch to the light But still the room was dark in night He could see the lamp But still the dark did clamp Around the light which beams Could not break through the seams Of the cold dark night He dropped to the ground in fright Then under the bed he saw a hole And yet it wasn�t a hole It was a gap there was nothing there It was a space where there was a tear It was sucking in all around And as it did it made a sound Slowly it took in all that was near It struck in him much fear Its nothingness creeped nearer And its nothingness became clearer It came almost to its toes Were it came form or didn�t he not knows The black void trickled up his shoe ties When at last he realized That away he should go If he did not want to be eaten by the dark throe He struggled to move back But the nothing kept on its attack He could not break free From this thing he could not see Soon he was gone, no longer there He no longer has a care..............Because there was nothing under his bed! |