I see you in my dreams, not as a comfort,
Not as an emancipation but as a nightmare.
Those discarded recollections rapidly retort
With dreadful visions that endlessly glare.
I wonder why dreaming you is a nightmare.
Perhaps, I do not possess enough memories
Of you, besides, the good ones are very rare.
My Subconscious visualizes myriad stories.
I shut eyes and try to break my dreamy cage.
Going in a trance, I behold you, I sense you
But opening eyes, I realize that it’s a mirage,
My nightmarish wishes evaporate like dew.