The Dark Tower

I slumber with Morpheus and He
has His way with Me, or so it seems
in My deep black dreams.

Yet My eyes are wide I walk in
bright sunlight I laugh with friends
try to keep My moods light.

But I am chained not free a prisoner
of My own thoughts, My mind flayed,
betrayed,wishing she had stayed.

This dark weight crushes me, which
monkey rides My back,Obsession,
Regression,Depression, all three?
please let me be.

As each year each month,week,second
and each hour,I step towards the light
and escape my dark tower.