Dreamless

Once full of dreams.
But reality was pulling at the seams.
Until it all spilled.With not a single dream fulfilled.

In the beginning the thoughts were rather still.
Now they burn as if it’s a past life bill.
Distractions, a constant must.
Otherwise, it feels if my sanity turns to dust.

Dreamless life when awake.
With me being at stake.
In slumber I dream I’m alive.
Then I wake and reality cuts like a knife.

Life is not what it should be.
But never will I be free.
All dreams end.
But some earlier than I can stand.