The Monster Under My Bed

In the deep darkness under my bed,
There lurked a monster, evil and undead.
It had gnarly, green arms and long nails,
And yellow eyes and hairy barbed tails.
It came to life in the dead of the night
Calling out to me in its rough voice.
I dreaded stepping out of my little bed.
For what if it just grabbed my legs?
I felt I’d be protected by my blanket,
But the monster just waited to yank it.
The Moon’s pale light did not help.
It got shadows-the monster’s friends.
“There’s nothing there,” my mother said,
The next day, as we peered under the bed.
But only I knew that it would be back,
And scare me to death by its attack.
It took me years of introspection, instead
To figure – that monster was in my head.