The Man in the Cupboard

At night,
When black seeps through the curtains,
I listen
To the noises
From the cupboard
At the end of my room.

Inside
All my things have gone.
Swallowed by a man
Made from darkness.

I stare at the doors
Keeping him locked inside
Waiting for my eyes to close.

But I'm not strong enough
To battle sleep.

As my senses give way
I hear
The creak of the cupboard door.