Night Crawlers

I’m speechless in my dream,

I’m stiff in my sleep,

Strong fear caresses my skin,

While giant legs rasp it still,

A number of bugs that I didn’t kill,

Stomp all over my limbs,

I lay motionless and frightened,

And never considered them spineless,

As they raided and stalked

and spread their germy likeness,

O night will you never cease,

That I may rise and be released,

From my mobile scurrying jailers,

And relent this insufferable fright,

For tonight,

I just might,

Delight,

In a sweet respite,

From this grubby shite!