Sleep Paralysis

Sleep Paralysis short poem

Uploaded by Himaja meka


jumped into my bed for a beauty sleep
waiting for a sweet breeze to sing lullaby
in the silence of conjugation of night and dream
rapid eye triggering the dark aura around
something tucked under the linens of bedsheet
crawling slowly on my cold body
clawing against my weak limbs
the shadow choking my act of resist
am paralysed by the undeafeatable force
a whisper died in the screams of my soul
it strives for the extra beat of my heart
after all craving for its prey,the fear
some call it paranormal!
I call it a sleep paralysis

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