I Melt: a short poem
In the night I lay awake,
senses much too alive.
My eyes adjust despite
the moon never appears.
Clouds too busy to sleep,
too dead to fully awake,
the universe hides in gray
outside my window.
It embodies myself,
a hidden a light,
the beauty of stars
consumed by dark.
Overwhelmed still,
paralyzed between will
and nature, I lay
in sparks of want.
My body is a brick-
pressured by the grip.
I melt
under the pressure.