[Roderick Usher]

one of my creepy kid's poems


Underneath the Bed
(c) 2007

Mother said “it’s time to sleep”
And kissed me on the head,
Story time was over
And the prayers had all been said.
She wishes me sweet dreams
But my heart is filled with dread.
Mother won’t believe
There’s something underneath the bed.

There’s something underneath the bed,
I swear I heard it breathing.
Inside my troubled mind
All sorts of nasty things are seething.
Maybe it’s a blob
That absorbs its victims whole.
Maybe it’s a succubus
Who’s come to eat my soul.
Terrified to close my eyes
For fear I’ll soon be dead.
I lift the sheets – oh no!
There’s something underneath the bed!

“There’s something underneath the bed!”
I screamed into the night.
Into the room my parents flew
And clicked the bedroom light.
“I saw its bloody dripping fangs
And its yellow eyes!”
My father said “Son cut it out,
Stop telling awful lies.
I’ll show you there is nothing,
Not one thing for you to fear.”
And dropping to his knees,
Into the darkness he did peer.

But the darkness looked right back at him,
And yanked him down below.
And screams echoed through the night
As blood began to flow.
The mattress leapt, my mother shrieked,
Outside the house we fled.
“Now do you believe there’s something underneath the bed?”