Sleep Paralysis by Mike Williams 11/05/2016 @ 7:23 P.M.

A spider's shadow moves within my room,
The window is lit by the silver moon.
A tree branch comes a tapping on the glass,
As echos crescendo and slowly pass.
The clouds wax over in whispers of grey,
Thunder protests a short distance away.
The fire begins to fade and so do I,
Still I lay still as the spider creeps by.

I slumber hard and still as if a corpse,
The tempest rages over valley thorps.
The church bells clang and sirens loudly scream,
Yet I am caught between life, death, and dream.
I can not move and my limbs are rigid,
The air in the room is icy frigid.
My lids clinched tightly shut and will not pry,
Still I lay still as the spider creeps by.

Stroked I should think or perhaps already dead,
Save for the sound of my voice in my head.
I wrest in anguish, my body not move,
Clutching at life's tread with much still to prove.
My eyes sliver open in the dark night,
Panic stricken to move, I fight and fight.
I try to move with all my might and I -
Still I lay still as the spider creeps by.

The storm dissipates and all again still,
I pluck up the courage and strength of will.
My fingers begin to move from their rest,
Then seeing heavy heaving of my chest.
I await for the rising of the sun,
The window alight and darkness not won.
Disturbing open a single eye,
Still I lay still as the spider creeps by.