The Dread

It fills me early in the morning
flailing inside my chest
like and angry screaming thing
its fury thuds behind my eyes
it brings my breath in short sharp gasps
and flood my eyes with tears
the dread is a fear that wakes me from my dreams
its 2 in the morning and I am awake
there is something in the room
my panic fills me, blinds me
my vision swims as sleep pulls me back under
where i dream dark dreams until 4:48
the alarm goes off and its time for work
the dreads is here once more
my palms start to sweat and my pulse speed up
i swallow and am chocked my saliva
a hot tear pours down my face
the pillow is already damp where my head has been
All this hastle for a day at work... So not worth it!