Empty things called Dreams

Dreams? I haven’t dreamt for so long, I think.

It has surely been ages since i slept even a wink.

Are dreams pretty little things, all bright and happy?

Or are they grey and cold, no substance, just empty?

I wonder how dreams look like….or actually --

I wonder how i looked when i knew how to dream.

It's been years now, seems like at least few centuries,

That i have lived without closing my cynical weary eyes.

So tired I am, so exhausted, please can I just sleep?
If you could but find me a cool shade, i would almost weep.

Tell me, whose door should I knock for some mercy?

I am dragging my self, are they blind? can't they see?

The heat is scorching, and the cold within numbs me;

Is there ............ nothing [sigh] comforting in between?

I think I have forgotten the visage of normalcy,
And I wait for fate to deliver some clemency.

End looks better to me than thoughts of new beginnings.

Like a pendulum i keep swinging between these extremities.

My turbulent mind no longer finds any certainty in rationality,

Ha, I write these violent thoughts amidst calm surrounding.

Dreams? I haven’t dreamt for so long, it seems.