Please let me be

Flashes of light
Not of my delight
Voices in the air
Invisible mostly as it shall stare

The bed shakes
Noises this spirit makes
My question is why?
Is there danger? and is it a possibility?

Temperature rises then quickly falls
As the sunlight fades and stalls
Wind in a room
Chills and heat, hair raising mental doom

Is it something I have done?
Or something that is left undone?
Spare me no words, spare me no signs
What is real and false are becoming thick lines

Is it a angel?, is it a ghost?
Perhaps it is what we fear most
Yet I mean no hard
Let the words flow with no sound of alarm

Not a joke, I truly believe
This is occuring, why can't it leave?
Sleep and rest
For a life so hard, this option is the best