Sleepless dreams

Ticking clock, time still marches, I got trapped in worry's marshes. Anxiety's my company and a lot, it seems, is happening.

But here I am awake in bed, Chasing regret with shots of dread. Comes depression, another session, telling me I'm too aggressive.

Structured plans all fall apart, Nightmares conjure evil art. I'm awake for the time it takes my mind to race and set a pace.

Do I matter or exist? Does anything outside of this? Happenstance and coincidence dance, my life seems like random chance.

My name is No One and I'm nothing to you, I didn't exist until this poem's debut. Life itself loses meaning in the twilight's grimmest gleaming.

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