Sometimes late at night
when I'm lying in my bed,
I creep up on the monsters
that whisper near my head.
I slip on my slippers
and softly plop on the floor.
I slowly crawl across the ground
and grab onto the door.
I take a peek back into the dark
and can feel my heart pound
as I sit there crouched up,
so low to the ground.
No one's there to wipe my tears
or tell me its alright,
it feels so different
it's much more dark tonight.
My hands begin to shake
at the thought of no one there,
and in the misty quiet
the sweat beads in my hair.
I can feel the tickle up my spine
as coldness surrounds
and though I'm listening oh so hard
I never hear a sound.
I want so bad to cry out
to grab someone close,
but no one's there to guide me
I am so alone.
And as the sleep takes over
I crawl again towards my bed
I curl up under the blankets
and pull them up over my head.
I close my eyes and pray again
and know that He is there,
even in the darkest nights
He will always care.
And though I hear the growls
underneath my bed,
all I do is laugh
and rest my weary head.
