When I was young

 

When I was young,

knee-high to a grasshopper.

I thought of all the ways my life would come a cropper.

I feared spontaneous human combustion

or a case of alien abduction.

Probably in the back of a ufo,

whilst I'm being probed,

inspected by a green man with 8 hands,

either that or walking on quicksand,

getting sucked into the earth below.

 

I feared the ghostly figure,

a silhouette with wretched features

sat on the end of the bed.

Covers pulled tight over my head,

if I can't see her then she can't cause no harm.

I tried so hard to stay calm.

 

I feared being lost,

where no one could find me.

Floating on an open sea,

where the sharks could devour me

in just a bite.

These fears kept me up at night.

 

I feared the darkness, its cold embrace.

The way it stains your eyes, covers your face,

like a blanket being pulled over you.

I feared not knowing what was in the room,

the figure looming in the midnight gloom.

The hand that reaches from under the bed,

icy fingers that fill you with dread.

The monsters that lurk in the dark,

their evil clown faces with teeth cut razor sharp,

when they open their mouths, they let out a dog-like bark.

 

When I was young,

these things terrified me.

As I aged, I found the scariest things,

human beings,

the true monsters of the page.

The hurt they inflict,

the pain they wage.

I fear the dark, I've seen it through bloodied eyes,

I fear monsters but not the nightmare kind,

I fear those men that try to rob us blind,

I fear ghosts that wander free,

Not because they are scary,

but because one day they could be me.

 

 

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Kyle