Night Terrors

Something close to the anxiety I get sometimes

Night Terror

 

It is the thing that

Steals your breath,

Quickens your pulse,

Pulls down your tears.

It wakes you at three in the morning

Springs you up to sit

Makes you gasp for air

Eyes wide and crazed

While you shiver from a cold sweat

That’s seeped into your bones.

It was in your dreams

And now it’s in your room,

Ever unseen yet always watching.

Ubiquitous and huge

But infinitesimally small.

It is a menace�"

A dark and cold laughing menace

Banished only for a few hours

By the warm and bright light of day.