suspended in my sleepless night

Twisting turning tiredness fight

Drifting dreams shadows shiver

Frightened how I quake and quiver.

How quickly thoughts run astray

In such a terror laden way

Under covers breathing deep

Ghostly traces inside creep.

Glinting now in morning sun

Beads of sweat on body run

Suddenly it all was clear

From imagination arose fear.

J. Poet 7 (@wordverse.me)