Precarious Peril
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dogslinwriter1
dogslinwriter1Chaos, Peace and Poetry
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A poem on sleep paralysis.
Thank you for reading my words <3

Precarious Peril

Two flaxen pearls bore into me.

I cannot wake up from some dreams.

The deception of my psyche chills me.

This improbable curse of mind

This improbable curse of mind has me deadened.

Obscure images

Obscure images f

Obscure images f l

Obscure images f l i

Obscure images f l i c

Obscure images f l i c k

Obscure images f l i c k e

Obscure images f l i c k e r

Obscure images f l i c k e r in the dark.

But my eyes won't open,

But my eyes won't open, the tongue wouldn't move.

But my eyes won't open, the tongue wouldn't move. My vocal folds have lost discourse.

But my eyes won't open, the tongue wouldn't move. My vocal folds have lost discourse. My windpipe, a desert

But my eyes won't open, the tongue wouldn't move. My vocal folds have lost discourse. My windpipe, a desert that knows no oasis.

No unicorns or friendly fairies but

No unicorns or friendly fairies but I see unrealistic shadows approaching me.

No unicorns or friendly fairies but I see unrealistic shadows approaching me. My eyes are tight shut,

No unicorns or friendly fairies but I see unrealistic shadows approaching me. My eyes are tight shut, Yet I sense everything.

I want to wake up

I want to wake up but I am paralyzed.

I want to wake up but I am paralyzed. The adumbration makes its way to me.

I want to wake up but I am paralyzed. The adumbration makes its way to me. Hush!

I want to wake up but I am paralyzed. The adumbration makes its way to me. Hush! Listen,

I want to wake up but I am paralyzed. The adumbration makes its way to me. Hush! Listen, the shadow whispers

I want to wake up but I am paralyzed. The adumbration makes its way to me. Hush! Listen, the shadow whispers incoherent words of a whim.

I see a melting face,

I see a melting face, And then someone pins me down,

I see a melting face, And then someone pins me down, an unmoving creature now in fetters,

I see a melting face, And then someone pins me down, an unmoving creature now in fetters, No choice but to taste and touch.

It is not real - they say,

It is not real - they say, then why does it feel like it is?

It is not real - they say, then why does it feel like it is? Am I dreaming?

It is not real - they say, then why does it feel like it is? Am I dreaming? Or am I awake?

Haunted by silhouettes

Haunted by silhouettes I wake up falling endlessly.

Haunted by silhouettes I wake up falling endlessly. Welcome, says reality,

Haunted by silhouettes I wake up falling endlessly. Welcome, says reality, and nightmares say goodbye.

Haunted by silhouettes I wake up falling endlessly. Welcome, says reality, and nightmares say goodbye. But I cannot tell the difference between the two.

But I cannot tell the difference between the two.

-dogslinwriter This is based on my own struggles of sleep paralysis. I wanted to write this poem for a long time, and I am still not completely satisfied with what came. I think it is something people should empathize with, as most of the times its considered that the person is making it up. Sleep paralysis is as real as nightmares.

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