Tremors
You'll wake up from a nightmare,
Wanting nothing more than escape.
The blackness of the night, a momentary enemy.
Before your inexplicable tremors set in.
You'll hope that there'll be light soon.
The soothing rays would help you breathe.
Hours later when your eyes learn to see.
You'll realise that it's time to go back to sleep.
Night after night, enduring mortified dreams.
Ones that always end with awakened screams.
Behind closed doors of the house you built.
Fighting until strength grows weak.
Your heart grows colder as the years go by.
Winter learns to speak your language.
Wondering if it's a possibility to coexist,
Your feeble flame grows awry.
One night you fall asleep by accident.
Watch the insides of your head come to life.
Terrains that once scared you to bits.
Tamed to the corner of every mile.
You don't remember how it was to taste fear,
Your voice lingering in between cold and warmth.
The same nightmares that accepted your rejection,
Resolved to offer their arms as armor.
What you'd give to feel a little feeble.
To fear heartbreaks and embrace failures with grace.
When you fall too far from your orbit.
You'll realise its you who's pulling yourself away.
You'll look for time machines that can take you back.
Wanting the same thing that bleeds you dry.
To experience a world that keeps you warm,
Before it all turns black and you lose your eyes.
What you'd give to want it?
To watch your knees go weak as you smile.