When A Dead Body Climbs On Top Of You Poem by James McLain
When A Dead Body Climbs On Top Of You
In this world,
where you are awake in your sleep.
Unable to move a finger or toe at all.
Anything from animals to apperations.
Loving life while on top as we sleep.
Paralysis nocturnal emissions.
Hard as a rock awake in wet moss,
redwood trees.
Awakening in a nightmare.
They call a priest.
It is as if you are awake while asleep.
Unable to cry out at all.
As a dead body climbs on top of me.
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4/25/2024 4:33:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
While loving life stops and sleep tops this provokes thought. A dead person does not talk but a sleepy person wakes up from sleep. An amazing poem is shared really!