The Friend Under My Bed
It was four in the morning,
I was having a sleepless night,
The days were spent lonely,
And the nights were drawn-out.
As my eyes were widened,
I felt a motion from below my bed,
I felt the horror,
And peeped under, fearing a monster under my bed.
And then I saw for the very first time,
The mesmerizing thing, with a beautiful bright smile,
He looked so elegant, with that white light,
And I knew at that moment, I have a best friend for life.
I woke up at morning, and found him still by my side,
I hugged him gently, as i felt my life,
He hugged me back, and the promise was soon made,
I will never leave you, from this to the coming days.
I packed my bag, and left for the school,
He accompanied me, although he has never been to that closed room,
Walking with him through the streets,
Filled me with an energy, that i certainly need.
I reached my school, with a innocent wide smile,
I went to my friends and teachers, and showed them my second side,
But all my happiness was soon turned to dust,
When i saw all my beloveds laughing at the new one.
As i turned back at him, with a drop of shame,
The smile on his face, made me alive again,
I let aside all my old mates,
And sat on a bench, with the company of the new.
The school was soon off, but my old mates still laughed
I ignored them all, and set my foot towards my house.
I reached my home, with a slightly sad face,
I searched for my mother, who will comfort my pain.
But to my surprise, it turned out different,
My mother scolded me hard, and turned to my friend,
She was really upset, and slammed him hard,
She showed no mercy, and all I felt was aghast.
Father returned at night, and heard the story by mother,
He frowned his eyes, and made me sit by his side,
He consoled me gently, with a unwilling smile,
He turned to my friend, and cursed him all that time.
Back at my room, I still had him by my side,
I was facing a dilemma, right inside my mind,
I was ashamed of myself, the promise was about to be untied
I wanted to have him, but my parents had him denied.
Finally i decided, and looked right into his eyes,
He seemed broke, and so was I,
And then I took a knife, kept by my side,
And slit the throat, of my newly held life.
I was dead inside pretty long, and sobbed all night,
Life was back to normal, to where I lived my old time.
Again the days were spent lonely,
And the nights, drawn-out
Looking back at that time, now twenty years hence,
I did the same today, with my son and his friend,
Cause that was what taught to me by my parents,
Dreams are your foes, and they curse away from the heaven.
Even today I feel those familiar movements,,
I still remember the day when I first felt it under my bed,
My soul always asks me why it has always bled, since then
To which my gloomy heart answers , “There's still a monster,under my bed”.