That Silent Face

I enjoyed the idea and complexity of this poem. Dream type poems are often difficult to write because the "dream state" is so confusing itself and so detailed and emotional its un-describable, and hard to explain while making complete sense to the reader. Yet, your poem was surprisingly easy to read, even though I think that you should break it up into multiple stanzas instead of one. Punctuation also helps while reading, and I absolutley fell in love with the way every line flows into the other. Your poem was kind of self-conflicting at times but this is excused because it is a dream state.
Overall, very good-job.

That's not me screaming in the night.
I'm asleep, filtering dreams from reality.
Trying to find a way back to who I am—
darkness cannot hide me from myself.
But the light I have is dimming on and off
and I can't find the switch to change
the channel back to who I want to be.
It's a strange flow, twisting and turning
me under the gaze of a silent face and
a luckless age.
Labyrinth of unchanging mists that
lead nowhere and everywhere a heart
could desire except to the one place
it needs to be when it wakes up.
I try to sleep, to fight the dreams of hope
and tender moments that give life
nightmares.
Pain is only a weakness,
it's true, but it is and it isn't when it
happens to strangers and you're watching
from the distance of years, and tiny
signals floating past the stars and
into your closed, watching eyes don't
tell you anything you don't already know.
You're not awake—
and it is real.

I think you could break it up into more than one stanza to give it more flow, but other than that, I like how it melds into the next line so smoothly.

That's not me screaming in the night.
I'm asleep, filtering dreams from reality
Trying to find a way back to who I am—
Darkness cannot hide me from myself.
But the light I have is dimming on and off
And I can't find the switch to change Hey this part sounds a little unfinished
The channel back to who I want to be—
It’s a strange flow, twisting and turning
Me under the gaze of a silent face and
A luckless age,
Lost and found in a
Labyrinth of unchanging mists that
Lead nowhere and everywhere a heart This part should be something like: "It leads nowhere and everywhere to a heart. I think that would make it sound a lot more clearer.
Could desire except to the one place Maybe say, "Could desire have exceptions to this one place.
It needs to be when it wakes up—
I try to sleep, to fight the dreams of hope
And tender moments that give life
Nightmares.
Pain is only a weakness,
It’s true, but it is and it isn’t when it
Happens to strangers and you’re watching
From the distance of years, and tiny
Signals floating past the stars and
Into your closed, (The comma is not needed here.) watching eyes don’t
Tell you anything you don’t already know.
You’re not awake—
And it is real.