Insomnia

Can’t tell if my eyes are opened or closed

I try to remember the maroon and the gold

But after the sun sets, there’s not much to hold

I’m tucked in tightly as nightmares impose

I lay here thinking

That the sun will always rise

That the heavenly colors

Will shower my eyes

But I’m still here shrinking

In my late night thoughts

Each corner of the room

Is a demon I’ve fought

A nightly routine

Of getting lost in my mind

The ringing of the quiet

Really slows down time

Will I awake tomorrow,

If I close my eyes?

Or will my last thought be,

About the way that I die?