A Letter Too Late

for the sake of all those haunted dreams

you staying ups

your late-night schemes

for the little monsters under your bed

the wall on which you wrote all they said

the spiderweb you drew on the door

the strings of which lead back to more

scary drawings all over

your books and backpacks, turned over

remember the time I laughed at you?

you told me spirits were protecting you.

and the stories you were dreaming about

in which you were a hero, no doubt

those were all true, yes I assure you

I'm sorry i didn't believe in you.

I beg you hard my little child

for all the words you caged inside

for all the life and love you lacked

please revive.. 

please come back.