A Haiku About (Literary) Regrets

I once wrote a poem
titled “My Incarnate Woe”
and it still haunts me.
Seriously, I was a high school freshman, and I read it to the whole English class. At least it had a really appropriate title.

A Haiku Dedicated to Dreamers

Sleep paralysis 

provides the chance to fathom

superstitious fear.

Which can be fun sometimes. After the fact.