Dreams

Images flicker across my eyelids,
as my dreams don't grow to life.
I don't dream often,
But sometimes the images appear..
but the bright..
It's too slight to hold back all the dark.
I'm missing a peice.
I'm deprived to cross over,
my exhaustion won't let me.
Won't open the door,
just keeps knocking.
But the trick is, that there isn't a nob.
Or a hinge, or a peep hole.
It's just a tall, flat, wooden surface.
I pound away, I want to dream.
Tell me what you dream of,
and I'll lay for hours..
in my frustration, trying to find myself.
I am deprived of the things I don't know
The things that could be revealed through dreams.
But I'm deprived to cross over,
my exhaustion won't let me.