Note: This poem is based off of one of my horrific night terrors as a child. I've had people say you can't get hurt by dreams, but believe me... my legs were aching all day the next.

EDIT: Broke up the poem wrong

I'm falling down
A dark tunnel
Blood lines my crown
As I tumble

I stop falling
I lay on stone
I start praying
For life I own

Sharp viscious pain
Of a heavy force
Eyes told the brain
Legs were the source

Yet I see light
The end of fear
Pain I must fight
With every tear

I pull and pull
Ears hear breaking
Screams at a full
My arms quaking

I fall weak
Still trapped with death
And thought, though bleak
Not the last breath

I find a rock
Sharp edged one
Tick goes the Clock
Brightas the sun

I grit down hard
I start the work
And with that shard
Began legwork

Pain was ceasing
Gone will be plight
Soon decreasing
With the small light

I escape without life
Then I wake up that night