In last night’s
only remembered dream
my left foot was nailed to the driveway.
There was curiously no pain or blood
and this morning all I notice is a residual numbness
in the little and next-to-little toes. That’s all —
that, and a despair that comes
from walking in a small circle
for long cold hours in the dark.
If other things happened,
if I had better dreams,
of them I am unaware;
every time I am in this dream
I go around myself all day afterward
trying to understand it.
Dark Matter 
November 20th, 2012 at 6:09 am
You either have a desire to be a desk globe, or you feel like your life is going in circles and your trapped.
November 20th, 2012 at 8:32 am
Not me. The speaker in the poem has an issue, but that’s not the same as me having one.
November 20th, 2012 at 9:41 am
Oh dear, I was just teasing you a bit. Sorry for the misunderstanding.