The place where my thoughts rage

In the utter blackness of my dreams
so strange and bizarre yet it seems
That in this empty place my thoughts rage
With nothing for a stage
They flutter around in a gray haze
In my sleep I navigate my minds maze
And only then do I understand
What is in my heart studying the thoughts by hand
They become clear making me thirst for more
They were chaotic and painful at first not anymore
Now they are southing and intelligible
The thoughts are written so clearly and legible
That even now I can write
The thought they give me in spite
Of the haze in which the pain brings
Ever so frequent I feel the awful stings
Of memories torn and emotions intensified
I still see the dreams so clearly
And feel them so vividly
That when I wake the sensations are still so real
Tricking me into thinking that I am still in the dream