There are dreams

     (nightmares, really)

that plague me,

     and there is a panacea,

a potion, an antidote

     yet I do not indulge.

For I fear 

     if I don't feel this

I will not feel at all.


Am I broken beyond repair?

     Would a medication correct

the hollow abandon,

      the echoless laugh?

She smiles so pretty

     yet emotion she lacks.


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