Unconscious Earthquake

Without me knowing,
without warning anyone,
You erupt out of me.
You wake everyone,
But me.

To stop the quaking,
I’m being taken away.
This sets off the aftershock, 
no air can escape.

The pain remains when I wake, 
and I’m taking in new air from a tube.
After the damage, I rebuilt myself
using little pink bricks.
They fail, and you come again.
I feel everything
and forget everything else.
I haven’t seen you in a while,
and nothing has shown up on the seismometer.

Sometimes I feel tiny shifts.

No more eruptions, according to the seismometer.
No need for little pink bricks.
Now everyone sleeps a lot more easily.
With no bricks and no sleep,
The waking nightmare breaks down the wall.
The quakes begin again.
No air, and a second earthquake.
I receive new, yellow bricks.
Will another earthquake tear these down?