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Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
Darkness without a sound,
Until I hear that door creak
Sweating under the covers,
Until chills of fear creep

Is it all a cruel prank?
Is someone in this room?
Is it all in my head,
or is this figure standing in loom?

Heart is in my throat
Tears are in my eyes
I hold my breath
I gasp a soft cry

Wake up, wake up
This is not a dream
Open your eyes sit up
It is what it seems

Someone is here
I am not alone
I try to move, I can’t
Sound erupts a low drone

In Brazil the pisadeira  (she who steps)
Known as different names
By all cultures
Whom have wept

To me she is the old hag
Stealer of my breath
I hope she will not be my taker
The reason for my death
For anyone who has experienced sleep paralysis aka. the old hag; aka. Pisadeira; aka. Phi Am
Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
You said I was beautiful
I smiled
You said this was meant to be
I believed
You said till death do we part
And I agreed

Now all these years later we sit as though nothing has ever changed
Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
It’s time to say goodbye
Always loyal and forever true
Evident this day would come
No one will ever replace you

Pictures and memories
Times of good, times of bad
By my side, never left
Being it happy or sad

Goodbye old boy
Best friend to me
When I get to that farm
I know there you will be
Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
In the window
Waiting for her day
Wishing for someone to come soon
And take her home to stay

The room quiet and still
Sitting in the dark
Alone and always thinking
Of the leaves, the trees, the bark

Patience, faith and will
Day turns to night
Hope desire, strength
Darkness turns to light
Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
Weight shifts
Light goes out
All too much to bare

Vicious circle
Never ending
No time left to spare

Heavy pressure
Hallow ground
Treading to stay afloat

Hurt heart
Shattered mind
Raw emotions that emote

Deep breath
Exhale slow
Let the body mend

Clear vision
Free soul
Know it’s not the end
Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
Hit not once but twice
Expecting me not to rise
Face bloodied and bruised
Heartbroken and confused
Words of hate won’t suffice

This has taken all my might
All alone in the middle of night
Thoughts of leaving creep
It’s time now to take that leap

Never again will that happen
This is my vessel; I’m the captain
Time has passed, I am no longer mad
I have flourished and refused to be sad

No regrets from the past
Although my choices did not last
I am stronger showing no shame
I pass no judgment nor hold any blame

The damage done was a cracked cheekbone
Still till this day is there and shown
I forgive that crazed juncture
My heart is still whole it didn’t rupture
Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
The ocean crashes; waves above shore
Its peace, beauty, excitement & freedom in one
Water foams with the angry thrusts
Generate a swirling tunnel
Pulling me into its wide open gullet
Now mystified at all its power and allure
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