In My Sleep

by Will E. Wrightmoor

Did you ever wake up, and somehow you just knew,

That sometime overnight, a sadness struck you?

You think, "No, it's not true", look in the mirror and realize;

It tells the tale, that excess crust around your eyes.

For some reason last night, you cried in your sleep.

And it's the ultimate sorrow, when the subconscious has to weep.