I seek the shadows, the whispery places
you wouldn’t think to look. I am seen
and unseen, skulking about like a rat
in the dark. You wouldn’t recognize
me for my shadow is my own worst
enemy. I’ve had years of mistrust
building up and I can’t quite come
forward yet. Theres still something
for me to do. I’m called Boo. I have
the best intentions and even those
are misconstrued by high society.
Those who take two baths a day are
considered clean while I’m the town
boogeyman. I’ve only ever wanted a
friend, someone to care for and play
with. My mentality is simple and I am
robust of heart but that doesn’t matter
because you all fear my name. Its all
too complicated for me to understand
why I have to live in the dark of night but
the social butterflies who intentions are
not that pure get to live in the daylight.
No, I am the shadow that you thought
you saw, big and tall and mean and
harmful. My name is Boo for no good
reason. I will prove you wrong and its
only polite to apologize once you’ve
been proven wrong.
Boogey Man by M. Willcox
Day 11 – I hear fictional poets – NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015
My thoughts went directly to Boo Radley from To Kill A Mockingbird.
Maybe I just have a penchant for misunderstood and downtrodden characters.
I speak for the voiceless so very often.