The terrors do start when darkness does fall,
My room comes alive, makes no sense at all.
I close my eyes, wonder how I will deal,
All that I see makes my skin want to peal.
My panic strikes as the bugs start to crawl,
People appear to come out of the wall.
I cant go to sleep, for the fear that I feel,
The whole night long, all I want to do it scream.
Stress I’ve been told is the cause of this fetter,
I want to sleep and would love just to dream.
Calming is a way to make it better.
Listening to music or reading a book.
The terrors must leave my room right away,
So happiness then in my dreams can play.
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