Dreadful Dreams Poem by praneeth remidi

What is this that suffers me in my dream
For a few hours it doesn't let me sleep in my Realm
And the night comes nearby
And my heart beat goes high and high

Prompt are its timings and I perfectly mark
When the night is deep and dark
It rushes into me like a spark
it's been months that hardly I had a sleep
But who is there for me to weep

When that spark comes, I tend to wake up
But I see my eye lids, they are locked up
Dreadful are these dreams but I forget in the morning
How harsh of them, they are so cunning

it seems calm like a ripple in pond
but it is terrifying like a string's sound
of a bow, to kill a far lying hound

my heart shivers as if I see something scaring
like a scene of a hungry cobra hunts among
among the dead leaves for its prey
to avoid it, I struggle in my sleep rather pray
and on all the roads for it, I close the way.

still it comes, but from where, is a surprise
I am helpless and can only wait for the sunrise

I kneel down, I beg, I urge and say to time that
I am scared of the night; I am scared of that fight
I am sacred to reveal; I am scared to rewind
I am scared to run; I am scared of the sun (Truth)

shamelessly with no courtesy despite rejections,
the night comes, it doesn't seek permissions
Wish the Time too would have had some emotions

And the night comes nearby
And my heart beat goes high and high
I am helpless and can only wait for the sunrise