.
Sleep when it comes,
fizzes with sounds,
the cries of a child,
.
a car turns round,
the axe murderers voice,
the dark agony of hurt.
.
I roll and turn
to avoid it, the light
isn't on. Outside
.
is as dark as a mirror
on a lake with no moon.
A cup of tea helps...
.
in a dish with a spoon,
all sugar and honey.
"I want my Mummy!"

Comments
V.C.Willow | May 15, 2011 - 21:38
Hi Maisie
I really enjoyed the humour in this and though you've put it as a children's poem I thought it would work for an adult too. Great piece of poetry
mikepyro | May 16, 2011 - 01:30
very much enjoyed it, found it rather disturbing for a children's piece but I kind of like it better that way. The flow is quick and fluid though I stumbled at the Outside part where it flipped to the next stanza.
Overall, it's a solid piece. well done!
Highhat | May 16, 2011 - 09:24
I think it is well placed as a children's poem as it portrays very well the troubles of trying to fall a sleep with the child's imagination playing. Works well for an adult as well.
;)Pia
seashore | May 17, 2011 - 19:52
I like it a lot but tend to agree with mikepyro - not sure about the category
maisie | May 20, 2011 - 16:22
i'll edit it one day. i'm not sure either.