The darkness grips me and forces
her image into my skull,
into my thoughts.
I’m trapped in a world of false hope,
false thoughts,
false dreams.
No, not even dreams.
Would that dreams could come and
release the grasp which holds me immobile,
awake.
My thought tumbles in my head
and I in my sheets,
Hoping to dissolve the dread of hope
into a world of sleep.