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Box At The Foot Of My Bed.

�The night is nothing to fear!�
My beloved, sweet mother said
"No evil hides in the darkness"
"No bogeyman under your bed"

But then she's never seen
And I pray, never will
My deepest, dark secret
Which I keep close still

In a box that's kept locked
At the foot of my bed
The sweetest of prizes
Just one severed head

In the cupboard, I�ve kept it
The top shelf, just out of sight
But it�s so hard for a lone child
To hold and admire at night

Sometimes I hear my sweet mother
As she stifles her sobs in the dark
Since my father, he upped and he left us
Shouting, �I�d rather live in the park!�

But what she doesn't see is he�s closer
Closer and cold as the dead
For my father's head is the sweet prize
In the box at the foot of my bed

Original Dark Poetry.
Copyright � Craig Detheridge.
2015 - 2018.
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