I
Can’t
Seem
To
Sleep
Wide awake
Tossing
And turning
On this
Seemingly
Endless
Cycle
Of stir
Rinse
And
Repeat
Over
And over
Did
I
Accidentally
Drink
Caffeine
Am I
Lost
To the depths
Of my
Head
Again
No reprieve
No escape
No dreams
To fill in
All the cracks
Only
What ifs
And maybes
Rolling around
This endless space
The echos
Of what
Might have been
Cascading
Like
Church bells
The constant
Hymns
Of prayers
I plead to
Myself
The reflection
I feel
Combating
The image
They see
Full of
Light
Emptiness
driven by
Vague
And constant
Ache
Curiosity
Leading
Timelessness
Enticing
Bouncing
Unhurried
Lost but
Mainly
Exploring
The nooks
And
Crannies
Of
Cobwebbed
Corners
And
Undeveloped
Keys
Waiting
To be
Discovered
To unlock
The answers
To soothe
The uneasiness
Always
Lurking
Beyond the
Surface
Letting
Itself
Be known
But not
Touched
To be
Acknowledged
But not
fleeing
To stand it’s
Ground
Rooting
Inside
The stability
And
Constant
Companion
Of floating
Directionless
Searching
For that
Spark
Of
Recognition
In the
Mirror
Reflecting
The depths
While
Keeping
It’s
Distance
Bottomless
And
Hidden
Powerful
And
Suppressed
Lurking
And
Supporting
The
Fillable
Sack
Carrying
Everything
While
Revealing
Nothing
At first
Glance
And
Knowing
The
Minutia
Of the
Universe
Insatiable
In its
Cleverness
Expanding
Neverending
Suffocating
Comforting
In its
Dead
Weight
Exacting
In its
Forgiveness
Sarcatic
In its
Lessons
Slow
To anger
And to
Exposure
Resting
Resolutely
Unadorned
Multifaceted
Canyons
Between
Ridges
Free falling
Between
Steps
Turned
Inward
For
Outside
Answers
Rising
Ever so
SLowly
Taking
Two steps
At a time
But always
treading air
Breathless
To get somewhere
While looking
Down
For my
Next step
Still one
Fooot
In front
Of the other
Ascending
To get
A good
Look
On
What’s below
To capture
An aerial
Of one
Moment
In time
To see
The light
Shine
Different
Angles,
Refracting
The
Message
Left to be
Decoded
By
Another
Convoluted
Maze
Of
Misleading
Choices
And
Distracting
Dead ends
Endless
Loops
Of
Entertaining
Nothingness
All by design
To capture
And torture
The lack
Of progress
Exasperating
The need
Of a
Two dimensional
Savior
Too flat
To hold
Any baggage
So narrow
The
Balance
Beam
From
Now
To
Then
To maybe so
To never
Again
From yesterday
To tomorrow
The emptiness
pooled at
My feet
Reflecting
Lights
From the past
And blankness
Of the future
Too heavy
Dragging behind
It’s trail
Deeper and deeper
Leaving
A path
the drops
Streaming
Back
Hollow
And
Heavy
Perfectly
Lead
And
Utterly
Useless
In any
Sustenance
But
Collecting
Nevertheless
Trying to fill
But just
Dragging behind
The porcelain
Pieces, chipped
Dusted
Compromised
Hibernating
Healing
Confused
Considering
Unsure
Temperamental
Whimsy
Untethered
Bound
By my own
Weight
Bowed
Defiantly
Curious
A single
Dust mote
In the
Universe
Observing
Unseeing
Unabashedly
Feeling
Trudging
Through
Rivers
Of my
Own making
Pruny digits
Moving
Upstream
Headed
Again
To a high
Point
To
Catch
My bearings
And
Repeat














