Dreams are just a state
of the unconscious mind
A fallen prisoner of sleep where inside
my abysmal thoughts I am confined
In the throes of a deep sleep
where I have no chance of escape
Until the sun starts to rise
and light creeps in through the drape
Sleep is the exploitation of true feelings
and the most vulnerable of emotions
A most contrastive state of mind
with no signs of any true devotions
Nightmares ravened by thoughts
of all the world's impurities
Substantiated night by night
while I am lost in my insecurities
Haunted by the constant unexplainable fears
in my psyche that I have tried to bury
Aspiration increases heavily as I cannot wake
left pondering the implications of this quarry