Fear of the Dark
My bed was a boat:
It protected me,
From creatures lurking beneath.
My bed was a hug:
It loved me,
And cuddled me through the sheets.
My bed was a rock:
It lifted me,
From bogeymen leaving their graves.
My bed was a lighthouse:
It enlightened me,
Saved me from crashing waves.
But now my bed is for sleeping,
Monsters there are none.
As a grown-up child speaking,
Is it strange I sleep with lights on?
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