Lost Poem by Christopher Holmberg

I close my eyes,
there is nowhere to go,
nowhere to be..
but beside me in my dreams.
Focusing on my faults and errors..
wishing for what i could have had,
a preferred state to explore.
Just a tourist with a mask, to shade his real.
I can't feel..
but reveal,
the inner most desires-
before they expire,
in my circle of fire.
My eyes reopen..
with nowhere to go
and nowhere to be.
Opened, though i cannot see.