The Worst Kind

It starts so slowly with shaking in the wrists
creeping through my arms, through my legs, through everything
beating loud and clear, its waves form in patterns free
coursing through every vein and every muscle
shock and awe of the worst kind

A thought that said it can not be
supressed by previous encounters
my reaction stays unclear

But my body says it all
struggle is hopeless
ride this one out
and fade back to grey

Unwanted emotion
steer clear
this one has no desire
to be swept off again
to world's end
and heart's despair

Come near
my frightful nightmare
I'll hide from you
down in my dark hole

Streaks of pale light
and a twilight gloom
illuminate nonetheless

And it beckons softly with whispered words
finding ways through my ears, through my head, into the mind
they bring messages of the dangerous kind
and share tales that dare to inspire
burning hope of the worst kind