Slumber

This overwhelming sense I fear is death, Macerates any attempt of release, Your weight upon my chest holds still my breath, A lamb in languor, I plead for some peace. Who are you demon, refusing a name, Is your cold apparition here to stay? Repent, I repent! you must know my shame, Is it too late to send your soul away? From within the moonless scape of my mind, A droplet of light displaces your spell, Limbs liberated, no longer confined, Once again, morning’s alarm strikes her bell. Shackles undressed, I am gratefully free, But night lays in wait to recapture me.