The Bogeyman
But Everybody’s Someone’s Monster, Right?
The real tragedy of life, is when men are afraid of the light (Plato)
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Once condemned to shadowed halls
Or grave stones wrapped in metal bars
Small children’s rooms, under the beds
Where nightmares settle in their heads
Down dead end streets and deep dark woods
We were discreet, followed the rules
But nowadays, the rules are loose
We can meander where we choose
No longer locked in crowded closets
No backyard sheds with outdoor faucets
No, now we're free to employ the web
Infiltrate fear, while IN your bed
Snapchat feeds and horror flicks
Terrorize millions, with just one click
We don't depend on urban legends
We scare the globe in virtual seconds
Online imaginations fraught with fear
Like earbuds, whisper in your ears
You unscrew the bulb, can't trust the light
made friend with creatures in the night
But we’re all someone’s monster, right
Keeping the bogeyman alive
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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