Crossing Over

By Hugh B.D'Alessandro

Dead is my mind, I cannot think.
What is my name? When do I sleep?
Is this a dream? Oh wake me now!
For I cannot bear this torment I've found.
Is it the day or is it the night?
How do I know, will I gain sight?
I pray for a thought that will set me on course.
To be able to reason and stop my remorse.
It's quiet now no noise in my head.
Am I alive? Maybe I'm dead.
My arms feel like wings, I am able to fly.
If only I could, just open my eyes.
But wait there's a sound it could be a voice.
Is there someone watching, do I have a choice?
I am starting to realize this isn't a dream.
My journeys over.
I've crossed over it seems.