Contemplation causes my chest to quake.
There is not a word that can help me now.
The terror of the night keeps me awake.

As I sit here, and I ponder my wake,
my ruminations have me wipe my brow.
Introspection causes my chest to quake.

I can’t seem to think, for anyone’s sake,
of a way to end this, to disavow
terror in the night that keeps me awake.

It hits now and causes in me a break;
the who and the what, the where and the how.
Awakening causes my chest to quake.

It is my problem, it is my mistake
that brought me here and has made me allow
the terror to come and keep me awake.

I dream of it now, the steps that I make,
and I decide it’s time to take my bow.
Understanding causes my chest to quake.
I won’t let the terror keep me awake.