Night

Moffe

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 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: 26


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