ten mile jump

under the feet as they walk down the hall, hardwood floor squeaks creak's an imaginative mind flow's. White knuckled hands grasp the trim of the door, eyes slowly peek in the dark of the room. Frightened fingered hand flicks the switch for the light. Eyes slowly open as the door frame's held tight. Looks safe in the room, but the blanket sweeps the floor. Under the bed whats that lump in the sheets. Shut off the light land in bed, it's a ten mile jump of thoughts in the head~
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
Little boy thoughts of what's hiding under the bed, when it's time for lights out an sleep. :)

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agoodguy2have
an interesting viewpoint for little boy or grown man.
Bentlee
Lol only through the eye's an mind of a child eh. I remember those days as a little boy. Ty good guy for your thoughts.
jazzy75
Bentlee - oh wow! excellent write...you really made it 'real'!thumbs up thumbs up
Bentlee
Yeah it did write well Jazzy ty. I brought my mind back to my days of a night as such when I was really young:)
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