DREAM

cold
hard
unknown
dark
and blinding
sharp
shards
of dream
ripp
at my seams
fear
and falling
trying to call
but no one
can hear
my mute tear
getting colder
ice, frozen
lodged in a space
calling
praying
for wake upon wake
i open my eyes
slowly
disoriented
realize
it's my bed
and I cherish instead
my father
who wakes
me
up