Sleep Paralysis
“Sleep paralysis is like a waking nightmare, except you can’t escape it.” – Unknown
Tonight, when the
jilted bells toll,
my decayed
soul sighs,
I lay paralyzed
beneath an estuary sky
of thin fluffy ruffles-
cashmere mattress
of cotton coated clouds,
with stories over time-
like a silent slave chained
to sinister darkness,
within an ice-gold
casket of nightmares,
as my skin is folded,
wrapped around,
inside black
chiffon clothe-
this mind is
held by ghosts,
shivering from
echoing terrors,
whilst exhaling clusters
of claustrophobic truth,
searching for the
fight between
shackled knuckles,
screaming, yet, I
hear restlessness,
questioning the
angels of sleep;
If this isn’t life
after death,
why do I hear
springs sing
seraphic symphonies
of celestial showers?
Perhaps, the
blinding glow
of drizzling diamonds,
and ivory pearls
of seven
serene seas,
are mere signs of
heaven’s gate
being unlocked.
Although I can
barely move,
third eye keeps
pacing faster
than my shadowed voice,
where I walk down
the lane of delirious visions,
wondering if this is
my Silhouette
in a realm of lies.
For unwritten fate,
has lines of my
life quilted with silk
across a pillow of fog,
where consciousness
is out of sight,
rendered colour-blind,
and my heart remains
a thief in duress.
But as I struggle
to untie twisted
thoughts between
dusk and dawn,
I find stars of relief,
choking on mercy,
wrapped in denial-
I inhale moonlight,
I am now awake.
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