Drift among the faithful, bury your desires…

-

I drift
between
sleeping
and conscious

in a strange state
where
things
just
happen

a voice
reaches into my
little shell
of what is real
and what isn't

the image
snaps from my mind

I realize
what I
had been dreaming
and what
my mind had created

night after night,
I can't stay asleep

morning after morning,
my mind recreates
what I can't handle
or let myself do

I want it
but I can't have it

I want it
but he won't take it

but that's what
dreams are for,
right?