An Urn of Cough Drops The Closet Full of Bad Things

The Closet Full of Bad Things

Is your closet full of bad things?
Will your bedroom soon be filled?
Is something crawling, something breathing,
Something lurking still?
And do you clutch the corners of your covers in the dark,
While all the feared things slowly near
The beating of your heart?
You must embrace your fate
Without a light to light the room—
For soon you’ll see their gleaming eyes,
You’ll smell their stench of doom.
So lay within those covers,
And relax your fears tonight,
For if you fight and thrust about,
You’ll feel their every bite.

The Poems of Dr. Spectacles | Commentary by R. L. Seasoning | Next Poem