Sleepless nights I lie awake, fighting with the nightmares in my sleep- voices coming from nameless faces, forcing me into unknown places.
Although I can see, still yet I am blind, wondering of the capabilities of my mind, asking why the fire burns so hot- wondering why my words do not.
Speaking of unspoken things in the darkness of the night is the way I mostly confront my fright. Morning breaks and day begins; do you have tickets to the play that never ends? But darkness comes and begins to filter in.
I wake with a start and try to scream. The pillow of sadness suffocates my forgotten dream. People so close and yet so far- why can't they see, why can't they hear?