Night Terror Poem by Anastasia Schmidt

The sting of the nights cold air on my skin
The names being called in whispers of wind
The time just stands still no one can help
Mirrors appear out and i see myself
All the glass shatters onto the floor
Bloods on the ground and my veins become sore
My heart lulls the beats in my chest
Fear fills me up and i forget all the rest
I'm dead, forgotten i've been left behind
It's cold and disturbing, theres nowhere to hide
Shadows and noises just black theres no light
I'm forlorn and I'm running I try hard to fight
Screams from the distance i try to help
My eyes flare open, I'm alone by myself
I'm in my bedroom, alarm shrieks wake up!
I remember too clearly, that night was rough