Lies of the Boogeyman

The Boogeyman’s a liar

he taps at windowpanes

the fear that he inspires

are but tree-limbed shadow-veins

 

His thunder rattles senses

his lightning shows me ghosts

his wind-howl rattles fences

but his silence scares the most

 

He waits for me to slumber

pacing my bed at night

at first birdsong of wonder

he vanishes from sight

 

Sunlight breaks his dominion

quite childish, as I look back

for its my adult opinion

he’s with me, in light or black

 

The Boogeyman is real, it seems

the liars, my own eyes,

I find grown-up peace in sleep-filled dreams

the birdsong terrifies

 

The Boogeyman that I despise

indeed, the very light I see

the darkness I surmise, I see

embedded inside me.

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Written for imaginary garden with real toads Boogeyman prompt, imagined By Rommy.