For the past two years of my life, I've dealt with sleep paralysis. It seems to generate experiences that are often extremely hard to deal with. It's put a weight on me for a while. So this poem is addressing my personal "sleep demon", if you will. Because the more you address it, the less power it carries over you.
My eyes shoot open and there you are
Standing in the corner of the room
Waiting
Biding your time
I go to scream at you only to find that I can't
I go to throw something at you only to find once again that I cant
Your towering figure looms over everything
Casting a feeling of dread to all four corners of the room
Sending me into a fit of short, jagged breath
The tears cascade down the side of my face and onto the pillow under me
All I can do is stare and wait for this to all be over
Wait for my body to catch up with my mind's state of consciousness
There are days that go by where I forget you exist
But you make certain those dont last for long
There are other days where I feel as if you're the devil himself
Giving me signs
Trying to tell me something
Sometimes up close
Sometimes in that damn corner
I wish I could tell you that I don't care what you have to say
Each night when my eyes close I can only hope that you are the one to finally forget about me
But I feel as if that will never happen
YOU ARE READING
consumed
Puisi|3rd place poetry in The Butterfly Awards 2019 🦋| There are times in life where you become consumed by thoughts of many things. Instead of letting them overtake you, express them.
