Sinclair Azubuike Farrell

Written 25th February 2012

The bogeyman
Has been got rid of
He doesn’t hide in my closet
Because I refuse to let him in
To creep around in the dark
Causing me to live on edge

I am not frightened anymore
For my sub conscious has outgrown
Any irrational rejection
Of the unknown

I face my fears in the mirror
Not scared of any gruesome entity
Which, isn’t behind me...