Jill Barron - Lucid

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!

Jill Barron

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lucid/