When plug-in fans are tapping creeps-
who click on doors and watch you sleep
And special dolls stand in a daze-
that once its dark, follow your gaze
Furniture grows tall and scry-
you can't let out a single cry
The eyes that glow along the walls-
the sounds scurry throughout the halls
Shadows long and stretching out-
the slimy monsters short and stout
Silent chuckles, hushed and hymn-
all but none a single sin
The night falls out-
and in comes day-
Up all night from fear and pray
It's when the sun comes to rise-
I stand awake with open eyes
- Author: Moffe (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 20th, 2021 15:46
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a nice poem about sleep paralysis while I was up at 5am for some fun reason.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 25
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