Throwback Thursday Poetry: A Child's Nightmare

“time for bed”
my mother said
“you have school in the morning”
she tucked me in
kissed me then
crept away silently
i laid there for a bit
and then the feeling hit
something was watching me
i sat up rather quick
turned the light on which lit
my room and i saw nothing
with a sense of relief
i try to go to sleep
but alas i still feel eerie
over to the closet i sneak
and i hear the door creak
then dive back in bed like a swimmer
oh it’s just the cat
“get out of here Matt”
it’s calm in my room once again
the closet door flies
and something skulks in
in fear i throw the covers over my head
i hear something breathing
i feel my heart racing
i hope i’m just dreaming again
the blankets get yanked off
in the air i am tossed
i land on the floor and crawl under the bed
something grazed my coat
my heart is in my throat
there’s something walking towards me
it’s feet have claws
which probably slice logs
it’s skin is slimy and black
i’m screaming in fear
but nobody hears
and the creature tries to grab me
another comes from the side
and another from behind
they drag me back to the closet from which they came
it’s dark in this place
can’t see my hand on my face
and several monsters are above me
their mouths are wet and slimy
“MOMMY!” i am crying
and like hungry lions they begin to feast

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

Poetry Monday: An Angry Child

The earliest memory I have
Is not a happy one
I was four
Somewhere in Ohio
My sisters were 
Eight and ten
We three sat watching
Our parents arguing and fighting
It got violent

I started anger management counseling
When I was six because
A kid tried to help me put away a puzzle
I told him no, but he kept helping
I picked up a chair and hit him
I had to learn
At an early age
Not to let my temper control me
Now it takes a lot to make me angry

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.