NIGHT TERROR

In the stillness of night,
When slumber has shown its might,
When men and women are long lost in the depth of dreams,
My mind cries in alarm as terror screams.

My eyes stay open, wide with alert,
Flaunting their polished red veins, stretched apart.
Ready to soar at the sight of the unknown,
My mind germinates the seed of fear already sown.

Light warmly rest on my room,
As I refuse to allow darkness to bloom.
In truth, I heard an eerie sound,
That made my heart pound.

Though I'm alone, I feel a presence close.
I could be hallucinating, but with a greater dose.
Almost all nights are like this.
Indeed, I've long lost my peace.

The night is no longer friendly;
Instead, it has become my enemy.
A period of time when noise drops dead,
Has become what I greatly dread.