Terrors Poem by Tori Beals

Bedtime terrors in pitch black night
you're panicked and know something's not right
a terrible monster who wants to fight
until daytime, s salvation brings you light

Even then the terror won't leave
you wear the panic on your sleeve
drenched in cold sweat you scream, 'Go away! please! '
your skin prickles like biting fleas

A cloudy swirling pool of fears
raw emotions that evoke tears
building up over the years
complex thoughts that seem unclear

The terror never goes away
you're held together by threads throughout the day
wishing you won't lose the way
all you can do is hope and pray