Midnight Terrors
A poem.
Suffocating, I feel the sudden quake,
Jolting me, making me fully awake.
I call back sleep, turning left and right,
Ring and ring, never picks the invite.
I sit up straight blowing a deep sigh,
Silent darkness creeps by my eye.
Fretting voices pick up their bows,
One behind another, striking arrows.
Bundled hair strands, lightly loosen,
Beating heart like a thief on the run.
Wrong turns, pain paths with no escape.
Mind games in a knotty maze landscape.
I know nothing, all I need is for it to end,
Silence screams, fear pushing me to bend.
Attacks all around, advance blaring,
Invisible hands grip me, scaring.
I try to count through the mental pain,
Deep breaths, in and out, go in vain.
My clouded eyes then start raining,
Prayer catches momentum gaining.
A warm blanket of hope engulfs me wholly,
While faith burns my panic like boiling hot tea.
Fear and anxiety go away crawling,
And alphabet ‘z’ starts its slow scrawling.
