By Joseph Hesch
It’s pitch black where I sleep.
I’m okay with it that way, just me,
my breath and the dreams
we create with open eyes,
even though no one’s there
to say they’re not.
It’s lonely where I sleep.
I don’t really like it that way
but those near-sleep dreams
have comforted me for years
even though they can’t hold me
and I have trouble holding them.
Someday, I hope to find a place
to sleep where someone will
hold me and I can close my eyes
and dream the colors I can’t see here
where it’s pitch black and lonely and
closed eyes snuff what little light’s left in me.