In Sleep Or Awake

Since my handwriting is chicken scratch I will type it up so it is legible. 

                  Dreams of Dreams;
                   Gone:
                 Leaving colors bleached;
                  Grey remnants the only shade left;
                  ___And so Dreams Die with age!
                  No One will ever tell another,
                 A Secret hidden from ourselves, 
                 So hang on;
                   Until your grip gives way;
                 FALLING, SLAMMING, SMASHING ___
                   dust blocks sight, 
                   clogs nose,
                    Even coates throats;
                 STUMBLE ____ hands outstretched 
                   feeling a way through SIGHTLESS
                                      Space,
                 Hoping against Hope that the 
                   Glass and Concrete walls don't fall 
                                      upon me;
                   Would  Anyone Ever Find Me
                     buried beneath, giant piles of 
                                         rubble. 
                      WILL I EVER BE FOUND?!____
                     WELL WOULD I EVEN BE
                                       RECOGNIZABLE?!?!
      By----- JENN AIEL