Insomnia
While floating in this dreamless space
I discover that time is a multi-faceted beast
too fickle to hold the weight of my many dimensions
disappearing continuously, melting, solidifying,
creating an unrecognizable blur
I have promised to live unapologetically:
done my best to eliminate regrets
erased the most disgusting parts of my past
but in nights like these, what else is there to ponder over?
I want to put a solid image to this feeling,
to evaporate into the comforts of a metaphor.
but tonight there is nothing left but honesty; I have no poetry
left in me. tonight there is nothing but a singular fear:
that I will die without having ever lived;
that I will fall asleep without anything beautiful
to dream about.
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