by Traci Barnett
At night the silence is sleek and dark.
Reality seems slim and stark
I wish someone would tuck me into bed.
While the thoughts of the boogie man fill my head.
A shrill im my throat never leaves my lips.
Noone ever came in for a goodnight kiss.
Shadows creep and the screams are real.
a thud on the wall was the last thing Ill feel.
My bodies gone numb, and the fear sets in.
My mom and the boogie man are at it agian.
Why do they do it when Im still just so small.
Makes me wonder if they knw what their doing at all.
Impressions in my mind of what my dad is.
and the thought of the boogie man really lives.
She leaves to get away from him why cant I to?
but a few years later thats all he can do.
he Leaves and always want to come right back.
And the true mother father feeling was always at lack.
I scream at the darkness and clench all my tears.
My mom has gotten stronger over all the years.
The screaming and fighting is heard no more.
my mom found a new life, my dad got his score.
We have a new life but I still hate the dark.
The boogie man has own place in my heart.