Willing Me Awake

Surrounded by black darker than worldly possible,
I am caught in deep sleep’s comforting lull,

But slowly the soft fingers of awakening touch,
My cheek tingling as a leg wrapped beneath crutch,

Soft hums rise through my musty silence of slumber,
As curiosity slowly etches upon my stirring thoughts in lure,

I begin to feel my body as if it was new to myself,
Recently bought from a grand store and wooden shelf,

My eyelashes tinging as I begin to realize the sleep there,
Weighing down my eyes as conscience begins to blare,

I feel my skin tingle as I find myself in surroundings yet unseen,
Thoughts race as I find myself blind to innocence and obscene,

Panic edges in my still groggy brain willing me awake,
As though something has suddenly changed, becoming fake,

I open my eyes to a dull set of shadows still set so unclear,
My eyes missing color and edged in blur like a mirror,

I look towards my doorway, as a slight creak comes from the floor,
Looking out upon a midnight shadow silohuetted against the door,

I edge in panic as I hear my breathing as I strain my ears,
It slowly trying to steady and my heart pumps new fears,

A shadow watches me as I sleep from the doorway,
Always watching, never to make a move I pray...