Calling Out Poem by Phil Soar

I called out in the night for reasons I don't understand
Maybe it's limited by my subconscious
I wake and scream and panic ensues
Not just from me, but those around me
I feel I owe it to myself to go to bed relaxed
To drift away to a deep sleep
To R.E.M and beyond
Without waking in terror
And scaring myself to death
But fortunately I wake
Cold
But alive
Thank God
Or not
Maybe he is punishing me for something
I call out in the night for reasons I don't understand