Dream Poem by Darren Tyler Howard

Dream
Why must I dream
Why must I lie awake with anxiety,
and fearful of rest for what my subconscious may create.
Last night I dreamed of you...
Not by choice,
Possibly well constrained desire,
But not choice.
You were there and I was happy
I felt like me.
But my alarm clock rang for work
I was devastated
Reminded by every second of consciousness that
I am a hollow shell in remorse for who I was
And what I had.
Wishing I could never dream again....