Nightmare

That night a malevolent mind subdued my mind
and held me in a vise of vile despair
as mute as stone, as tangible as air
insensible and cold and ill-defined
it clumsily and crudely pantomimed
inflections of your gesture, flesh, and hair
facing me with a face that wasn’t there
all grew so dark, I thought that I was blind
then felt by darkness as by hands caressed
who is this corpse that lodges in my bed?
Lazarus rising, dying, or undead?
What ghoul that will not let me let it go?
Shifting in silent agony and slow
I woke, and found it still upon my chest.