‘The Monster in My Closet’: Night Poems

As I go in my bed, Silence

I go through my thoughts

I imagine my dream life

The last thing I see,

My white blank wall.

The pillows look fluffy and ready

Cars passing by and honking.

Thinking about food while I sleep

Hoping to not have school the next day…

Looking at my closet doors

Hoping the monster doesn’t come out

And eat me while I’m sleeping

I used to think a ghost lived in my closet

My friend and I thought so

I hope she’s doing well

I can hear the train rumbling

I think about the people who are still on the train

Working late

I try to sleep

But my brain won’t stop

A clock ticks, my dog walks another hour

Two more to go…

Coming home to their families

My family is upstairs

If they’re still awake

I can hear my brother yelling

He’s probably screaming at the TV

Watching a game show or sports

I stay up really late when the Bears play

I like the Bears

My throat begs for water

I don’t want to roll over

But I will because

I just will

Good night

Don’t let the bed bugs bite

I see my bed, because I’m in it.

The wind wooshing through the crack of my window.

I close my eyes so I can sleep.

Hoping tomorrow’s a good day

The light from the window next door creeps in

I have nothing else to look at besides my phone

I don’t want to stay up late on it

Let’s see how long that promise lasts.