Dreamless
Written January 31, 2010
If you watched me in my sleep,
would you see the conflict in my face?
Lines forged by stress,
bad chemicals react again.
One touch: your connection
inhibits the breakdown.
Tell me that this is not in vain.
Tell me that this could all be good.
My heart hurts with every rogue thought.
I fear it may fail within the year,
as life teeters on the edge of unbridled collapse.
Dive into my dreams
that I never want to escape:
the fantastic arealities that I would trade
if not to face these ghosts again.
I can’t flee their clutches
I can’t shake off the ice.
I may very well die this time.
A dreamless sleep:
forever.