Nyctophobic -- by Richard C. Speaks

When mother

turns out the light

your room is swallowed

by night

Shadows moving

all around

Fear amplifying

every sound


Your mind is working

overtime

As if in penance

for some crime

The monsters hiding

'neath your bed

escaped from stories

you've been read

A floor board creaks

somewhere nearby

By now you're much

too scared to cry

Mother's just

a scream away

She'll keep the bogyman

at bay

She checks to see

if you're alright

You beg her to

leave on the light

You're fast asleep

before she's gone

But when she leaves

the light's left on

THE END

I love you, Mom!