A second plea to the dream king

Sleep is no longer a quiet trance
It is no more a retreat from reality
Rather he haunts my dreams
Reminds me of the happiness
The love, the pain, waking up
In tears. So dream king
Mighty dream king, why do you
Still let him reign? Why fill
my mind with his love his face
Those lips, that embrace. Why
Pain me with him cheating or
Avoiding or fleeing? I know
Things can never be the same
But please oh king, stop
Stop the haunting and stop
The morning tears down my cheeks.