Conscious Of You

All of it was supposed to be sleep. Then the dark, pulling lids open— For I was not feeling like myself. I wanted to see it So I came to the mirror. “This Is not me!” I scream, at the look of a pale ghost With tear-stained black coal eyes and red hot cheeks— Something did that to my will when I was Dreaming of you. I kneel wide-eyed, bleeding-eyed, Then I’m back—glass on glass. I needed you to hold—will you take this gray mind, weak and barred? I cough vitals uncontrollably The sanity— That place I carry you in, home.