Boogieman

by Michella
(Lynn, Massachusetts USA)

It's after midnight,,,
and I'm being pulled into it-
by some uncontrollable fear,,,
running through the intricate paths of my imagination
it escapes me
through my falling tears,,,
I'm unable to cry out
unable to get away,,,
I try to focus on what is real
yet, the feeling remains,,,
can any one save me?
I'm running on the fumes
of a never ending dream
staring into a mirror
I fall into the cave
that dwells within me
and the echoes become my scream,,,
The boogieman stands in front of me...