Clinophobia

I feel like I'm miles off the ground
When I know reality tells me I'm a mere two feet from the floor,
It's as if I'm sitting on the thinnest of ice
And they're waiting underneath.

How can one be rational yet think irrational?
How can an outrageous fear make one tremble to where they can't breathe
When they know exactly what they fear doesn't exist?

The ticking of the clock was once the only noise here
But now I only hear their faint voices whispering,
There are so many of them,
I can hear their horrid nails scratching right beneath me.

If I don't look in every direction constantly
I'm sure their disfigured hands will reach up
And drag me away to wherever they hide.

I checked before I climbed up here,
I saw nothing, no one, but I know they were hiding,
They hide when you look for them,
It's when you look away they surface and wrench you away.

I cannot sleep here, please let me sleep somewhere safer,
Closer to the ground where nothing can hide underneath,
I need security or I'll tremble until dawn.