Night Terrors: I won't sleep

I cannot fear dreams, they are not true,

why must I feel so stuck in their twisted plots?

showing me visions that shake me to my very core,

creating new anxiety scenario's for me to obsess over,

for months that feel like centuries,

this pain, this unbearable agony that every night,

I will not doze into slumber,

It is four twenty-five in the morning and I sit here,

typing away as if these words could vanquish my terrors,

truth is that, in voices we speak and in minds we think,

but, why is it so difficult to connect the two?

These visions swallow me whole,

forcing me to struggle and fight my own mind,

as if I were two different beings,

my strength fades, my hope flees,

my love for anything begins to depart,

like a plane with no pilot and no destination,

In which one of these night time traps was I left?

and,

Where have I gone?