A Wake Dream.

I'm listening to the silence
It's swallowing up the room
Pitch black, I see me laying here
Within a quilted tomb.

The silence heavy, yet heard so loud
Starts ringing in my ears
Builds up to a crescendo
Starts reducing me to tears.

My thoughts begin to wander
To think of pleasant things
Just as I'm drifting under
The dawn chorus now begins!.

So...there has passed another night
Without a wink of sleep
Or maybe my recurring dream
From which, at myself, I peep.