All this talk of lucid words
waking in my dreams
come across, i need to see..... somethingness
it's dark, black, cold......... nothingness
my dreams were stolen
in a literal sense
i do not dream.
Outlets clogged by mutant children
hung on rotting shelves
Incapable of wish, hope, dream
Secret prayers will do, suffice
why can't i just freaking dream!
I like the poem, but the last part throse it off, still very good....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree, the last part doesnt fit, the rest of the poem reads of wonder..why am I subjected to a dreamless state but the last is complete frustration...maybe this was your intention? good write though and one I enjoyed.