I always ask myself:
-Why don’t I dream??
Or at least why don’t I remember,
This vital part of creation,

So cherished by others,
Alleviating their troubles,
Or even processing them,
Is missing for me.

I feel as if it was stolen from me,
A vital piece of my mind,
Ripped out so violently.  

It’s not as if it was never there,
I can feel it missing,
All I ask is why?