- Brian Scaccia
I lay down to bed and close my eyes, the darkness envelops me; not good nor evil, unfeeling, a shade of gray perhaps. But not. It is surely black; no light, no color, no form, no emotion. But alas I cannot dream as I sleep. I do not drift into unconsciousness, it hits me, hard and sudden. I do not foresee its coming and it overtakes me. Swimming, it envelops me. I float in Limbo, the blackness coating me, filling my eyes, my nose, my ears, It permeates my being. But alas I cannot dream as I sleep. Straining to see through the inky blackness, an image, an idea; anything but the dark. My mind goes empty, no thought, no fear, only the emptiness; for it is my friend and can never leave me. The mind numbing repetition of the previous day saps me of my creativity, my thought, my imagination dissolves. A zombie, the waking dead; I lay paralyzed until the dawn creeps through my window. For this I cannot dream as I sleep.