Dreaming
Feb.26.08

I can’t get out
Cannot Cannot
Within dreams, and I’m
so, too afraid to sleep, afraid
of what I’ll find in my head
locked and stored for this exclusive occasion, and
Dazedly muttering ugly things into my chest.
Pillows itch and tear at my throat like spiders
Sheets wind and crumple like rain because
I can’t escape exhaustion
cannot, quite still.
Dreaming, what’s wrong with me?
Of me? About me?
The dream-catcher is full nowadays, no
room at all to eat the nightmares away.
Cannot Cannot
I’m alone in this world, this bed
Unsure if maybe I’m insane
If maybe I wont ever find
The part of myself that can make
Everything go away.