Ceiling Fan Attack

Ceiling Fan Attack

So often lie in troubled slumber in the night.
Insomnia: sleep comes only with the morning’s light.
Sometimes the demons also trouble me.
But this night, my tormentor: entropy.
A sudden crash, from slumber, wide awake.
Uncertain source, my thoughts go first to horror!
Wide-eyed peeking from under sheets to door.
See nothing but of course the room is black.
Intruder, evil spirit come to take my soul?
Say a prayer and steel my nerve to turn on light.
At light switch, second horror: no effect.
Light at ceiling, fan now by a single wire hangs.
From mount at ceiling dropped down about three feet.
It dangles now from ceiling o’er my bed.
That, the crashing, that which sent me praying.
“Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, Have Mercy On Me.”
“A Sinner” I omit.  I would emphasize his grace.
A sign of desperate fear I felt while half awake.