Dream
Why must I dream
Why must I lie awake with anxiety,
and fearful of rest for what my subconscious may create.
Last night I dreamed of you...
Not by choice,
Possibly well constrained desire,
But not choice.
You were there and I was happy
I felt like me.
But my alarm clock rang for work
I was devastated
Reminded by every second of consciousness that
I am a hollow shell in remorse for who I was
And what I had.
Wishing I could never dream again....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful description of an unfulfilled desire that peeped in the dreams from the sub-conscious stores........10