Ghostly Apparitions Poem by Phil Soar

I call out in my sleep, and scare myself to death
I sit up straight and panic, struggle for some breath
I have no reason why I do, perhaps it's all a dream
Although my dreams are scary, and not all that they seem

Instructions from those close to me, about the nightly scares
Mean little when there's apparitions, standing by the stairs
They frighten every part of me, and wake me all the time
I'd like to cast them somewhere else, but that would be a crime

Inflicting ghostly figures on some others sleeping soundly
Would only mean the apparitions crossing one more boundary
Haunting people elsewhere, would not mean peace for me
But only scare somebody else, and I would not be free

I call out in my sleep, and everything is so intense
I feel the need to scream out loud, and not sit on the fence
So maybe I'll just crawl into the space under the stairs
It's where the bogey men abide, yet no-one really cares