Sitting in the darkness of my heart, lies a chest of dreams unfulfilled.
I think of all that I should have been
and only see what I've made.
I don't dream anymore, not nightmares nor daydreams
Not dreams of love or lust.
Blankness is my only comfort it seems,
That and a lack of trust.
Recently my cold withered heart, began to warm
Causing panic, filling me with dread
I felt within a rising storm
I was sure I'd soon be dead.
I heard a little voice from deep inside my chest
Come crawling up to lodge inside my brain,
"You've dwelled on pain forgetting the rest
it's time you learned to laugh again."
Just great, from misery to madness
I have to be going crazy
My heart lurched once with sadness
And that's the end for me.
Cold reason reasserts itself,
I laugh at how I am absurd
I find that I have lost myself
Without missing a single word.
The little voice says it's time to rest
To say goodbye to the night.
Perchance today I'll dream at last
And awaken to the light.
Patience is a virtue, but virtue has never been one of my redeeming qualities.