A Demon's Touch Poem by bobby kramer jr.

There was one point in my life
when I was doing nothing but bad
the worst thing that came out of it
were the experiences that I had.
The first night when it happened
I was laying in my bed
my door had creaked open,
startled, I lifted my head.
Only to find an image
covering my bedroom wall
I didn't know what to do
except, stay still and not move at all.
I somehow fell back asleep
then waking to the morning light
thinking that it was just a dream
of what I saw last night.
after, using the restroom
and as I was laying back on my bed
a wind had grazed right by me
hitting me in the face and head.
Just before I knew it
A force had pinned me down
I couldn't move a muscle
or make any kind of sound.
I struggled to shout or scream
but no words were coming out
moving was impossible
because all the pressure I had felt.
I was so scared to open my eyes
because I didn't want to see
whatever, was on top of me
a demon possibly.
In my head I kept screaming for god
to take this all away
I tried to stay as calm as I can
and continue to pray.
Than the pressure somehow lifted
and I opened my eyes to see
a light beam coming through my window
and my body and voice were free.