[SleepingDragon]: 268.It Comes

It Comes

In the night it comes
when the light fades
and the sands of sleep weight eyelids
beckoning sleep

Malevolent...
Foreboding...
I can feel its presence
on the edge of sanity

In my mind it comes
as conscious slips away
pulling me into its grasp
binding me

Gripping...
Choking...
Paralyzed and washed with fear
I struggle to move but a little

For my soul it comes
when terror lays claim
waiting in shadow
insidiously

Frightening...
Terrifying...
Evil beyond all imagining
clutched within its grasp

For my life it has come
when I will no longer resist
and give myself over
surrendering hope

Desperately...
Silently...
Reality is evident around me
nightmarishly surreal and warped

Near the light you are there
Just beyond my futile grasp
unaware of my helpless plight
out of reach

Grasping...
Twitching...
Mustering only a forlorn moan
My voice as frozen as my limbs

I can see you there now
even through closed eyelids
In the world that is real
I am calling

Curiously...
Humorously...
You come to me and shake me awake
My hero and my salvation

In the night you come
with smiles and laughter
never knowing my peril
only love

© 2003 Eugene N. Erno