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.