Nemesis of the Night
A poem about Sleep Paralysis
When the world melted into a deep slumber,
a solitary shade of jet-black stained the sky,
I prophesied wafting to a tranquil place,
unwittingly inviting the nemesis of the night.
It watched me traverse the realms of awareness,
barely hanging on to the confines.
I was soon reduced to a mere spectating vessel
for it to encroach and terrorize.
I watched my foe draw closer by the minute
and make a lunge at my inert anatomy.
A heftiness settled in the pit of my stomach
paralyzing every stab at breaking free.
A voiceless scream — a soundless howl,
ears ringing — eyes petrified.
When in time I re-entered the realm of life,
“Till next time”, whispered the nemesis of the night.