Emerald Eyes Weary

The ride ahead long My emerald eyes weary I succumb as sleep beckons me Insistent and eerie. Its grip on me binding I writhe in its clutch Recollection disparages me My ambivalence too much. The images deafening The noises too blind An ant in a rattrap The wrong world refined Hands on my shoulders Ground rising under my feet And falls like the ocean A thrumming heartbeat Dreams dreamt aren't my own Not through my eyes I see I must find their beholder For it's surely not me.