They called
you bad
Babadook.
scary to tell
and scary to
see
But you mean
the world to
me.
dark and foreboding
standing in the corner
but you always
tell me
to be myself,
to be free.
they called you
evil
Babadook.
changing your
hair and
changing your eyes
but never speaking lies
to me.
You always
tell me to be
myself
and that the
truth
will let me live
honestly.
They called
you crooked
Babadook.
darkness your
fortress
in space and time
the dashing daughter of
Horus.
but you
always gave
me hope
a light
in the world
for me
to cope.
They called.
They called.
Babadook.
Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.) Currently, she resides on the East Coast of the United States just north of the country’s capital.
In our imaginary fantasy world I think we all have a secret apparition to support us ..
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this is so cool!! An excellent poem! 🙂
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