Lucid

I awake

Cold with sweat

Sheets thrashed about

Cheeks wet.

I’ve come from a place,

Where you look right through me,

Invisible,

You cannot see.

I was right there

Two inches from your face

So close.

So near.

Even still

You cannot see.

I pick things up, wave them

Right before your eyes

You don’t avert your gaze

Your reaction, no surprise.

I’ve tried

Time and again.

Your affection,

 I will never win.

Even in my dreams

Eyes closed, asleep-

You are blind

And helpless as a sheep.

Conforming to the rest-

Travelling with the herd.

I try to raise my voice

You can’t hear a single word.

I jump and wave

Limbs fly frantically

Even still

You cannot see.

Even when I awake,

These thoughts do not fade.

I have to get up-

Face another day.

I get ready

In hopes that maybe

Today you will see

Me.