My Childhood Bed
My childhood bed stood beside a small window
one story over our front door.
My brother slept in the other,
by windows to the garden.
I slept there again, not long espoused,
my wife asleep in brother's bed,
but I awoke that night.
A terror gripped, consuming fright,
as there ahead, above my bed, a demon.
Not a dream, but sitting up to scream and shout
in dread, to "Go in Jesus name! Get out!!"
Yet there my body lay, head pillowed soft in slumber, eyes closed to this affray.
I turned to see this self asleep while I sat up in utter fear. "Be gone! Get out! Get out of here!"
With disembodied screaming fear, and somehow,
as I knew, that every knee must bow,
the devil's fiend did disappear.
I lay down to join my body in its peaceful sleep repose, and this is something real that night
no other person knows.
Copyright © Bob Kimmerling | Year Posted 2020
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