An awful demon grabbed my
Arms last night and held me down
I fought back
And he shook the bed
I dragged him out of my dreams
Woke up
And the bed was still shaking
The demon was still there
We were still fighting
"Who is this?!" I demanded
"What are you afraid of?" He replied
"You are what I am afraid of!" I screamed
"Exactly." He laughed
"Go away!" And I fought
Him harder
And the bed shook
"You cannot fight me" he mocked me
"You fight harder I just hold on tighter"
He was in my face above me
And so
In a moment
I calmed myself long enough
To say that last minute prayer
"God. Help."
And it occurred to me
All bathed in white
That I cannot fight him
Afraid that I will lose
I have to relax, simply
And let him go
Certain that I will win.
The bed stopped shaking.
But he is still in my closet
I'm watched him fly in there.
Coward.
