Night Terrors
Restless sleep triggers delusional dreams,
that your beleaguered brain surrenders to.
And from night terrors, you awake to screams
for it feels so real; you think it's true
that spectral shadows are pursuing you,
and powerless; there's nothing you can do.
Though safe in bed, you feel you're in peril,
unable to dispel feelings of dread.
It's like finding your dog has gone feral,
and you're not sure if it's alive or dead.
Your feet tangled in the sheets of your bed
as it chases you, growling, to be fed.
Anxiety rises, reaching its peak,
while your heart mercilessly pounds your chest.
You feel scared, disoriented, and weak;
imprisoned in a nightmare you detest,
unable to wake, though you try your best;
panic, ensuring that you'll get no rest.
Scary night terrors often make you cry,
cause you genuinely think you will die.
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