Bottled Dreams

Bottled Dreams

Every night I lay awake and die,
Hoping the pain will finally cease.
The bottomless feeling lingers but,
There is no escape within my sight.

Faraway places, bottled in my mind:
Sunny, happy, colorful scenes-
My happy place of escape.
They allow me to longingly touch and
Dream, but never to fly away and be free.

Every time I see the bruises scattered across my skin,
I go to the place in my mind where the light bulbs hang.
The same old bulbs, glowing with escape to
sea or sky. I always wash away the tears
And hope that one day I will feel no fear
In one of my many hanging dreams
On a hopeless, skinny string.