There is someone hiding under my bed,
He gives me dreams and nightmares,
Sometimes even wakes me up at night,
As he slowly moves in the shadows,
Trying to stay out of sight.
I can see his pale yellow eyes every time I look under my bed,
Sometimes I feel he is pleading for help.
He isn’t my friend or my foe,
But I wish I could free him,
So that he can go back home.
I tried to seek help from the elders,
They say he is nothing more than my imagination,
But how can they explain,
The rapid breathing I hear every night,
And the thumping sound that he makes.