No sleep tonight Am I exhausted? Guess I don't have the energy to know
These odd heights Is this my solace? Guess I can't possibly be the one below
I must be tough To bear these questions every day Frankly enough I hope it goes my way
It's too much to take in I must be dying Guess my imagination is the one killing
This century isn't forgiving I can't be trying Guess it's just the weakness wining
Time is an insomniac Limping through desperation Unable to think for a second You are problematic
I have done little wrong Although I feel the need To apologize.
This is probably the most personal piece of writing is have ever done. Most of my earlier poems have this habit of telling a story with a short of forced meaning and theme shoved into it. But at the time of writing this poem, I must have been very tired and / or extremely in touch with my feelings in the moment to show a side of me that I usually try to avold due to the fact that I would find it to be very difficult to put on paper and describe these feelings in words. But to be honest, I think I succeeded making one of my personal favorite writes up to this point.