When Both Ends Touch

I haven't slept in days,

Not really.

Endless nights,

Give way to long days.

Autonomy was a blessing.



I had a front row seat,

To the end of my world.

It was me pressing on,

Full steamed delusions,

Signs everywhere,

Ignored.



I remember how sudden,

My perfect complacency,

Stopped.

Like a body hitting,

A sidewalk ,

From 26 years,

Above.