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(This
Poem is About Sleep Paralysis)
She
crept into my room again,
Last night. I never know just when ...
Her evil presence will appear.
Do I detest it, do I fear it?
I must
say, I do, you see;
For, when it comes, it tortures me.
She lays her head upon my chest
And sucks my breath. There is no rest ...
As 'now,
I lay me down to sleep'
No peace for me as she doth creep.
This dreaded evil, that descends,
Paralyzes me and sends me ...
To a
realm so far away;
A world of dreams that bids me stay.
With ropes of iron, I'm shackled down
By unseen forces; all around.
Silence
rules, my voice--no more,
No words or whispers; evil whore!
I cannot hear, a buzz surrounds.
Why can’t I move? My heart, it pounds.
I fight
and struggle to be free.
But still, she stays and torments me.
And should I die before I wake,
Was it her, did she take ...
My soul
from me as she did creep
Into my world, while I did sleep?
2008 by
Dot McGinnis
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"Wild beasts shall meet with hyenas,
the satyr shall cry to his fellow;
yea, there shall the night hag alight,
and find for herself a resting place."
Isaiah 34:14 |
