Nicklin’s Torment - Poem by Orlando Belo
I woke up in a cold sweat.
My imagination was giving me fright.
Spiders were crawling all over me.
In vain, I tried to rid them with a swipe.
After what seemed like hours I thought,
the spiders had vanished from view.
But then I saw one the size of my hand,
quickly followed by another two.
I closed my eyes tight for a moment,
hoping they would disappear.
When I nervously reopened them,
the bedroom was spider clear.
With my hand, I mopped my brow,
but then I saw several more.
They were crawling all over the ceiling,
and marching across the floor.
I kept telling myself I was dreaming,
or suffering from withdrawal.
But that didn’t help or stop the spiders,
from crawling up the wall.
The sweat dripping from my brow,
was stinging in my eyes.
Spiders were now on my bed,
at my feet and on my thighs.
The whole room was full of spiders,
on the ceiling, walls, and floor.
My bed was covered and so was I.
I screamed, but out came more and more.
Spiders crawling on top of spiders,
in my mouth, nose and ears.
Their big scary eyes stared into mine.
I was choking with utter fear.
I tried in vain to fight them off,
but my swiping didn’t move a one.
It was then that I must have blacked out.
When I awoke they had all gone.
Things are becoming better now.
The spiders are getting less.
I’m told they’ll eventually go for good,
along with my shakes, thirst, and cold sweats.
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