Dreams of hope

Dreams of the past.
Nightmares of the present.
Lying asleep in the vasteness of the night.
Half conscious of my existence while my
soul roams unknown plains.
Not knowing whether the dream
is real or the reality false.
Don't know for sure if I'm still alive...
Empty thoughts are my only certainty
for all knowledge is so vague.
As I awake in hollow pain, I realise.
Found out it's worse than the nightmares
and the dreams seem unattainable.
Finding myself stuck in my own mind.
Unable of letting go.
The impossibility of feelings.