Thoughts That Waste Your Time Poem by Ayn Timmerman

I finally found a way to
put the insomniacs to sleep-

Initiate the realization that
all together, everyone, regardless,
all die alone,

rolling in anguish, and
lamenting for things long lost,
grasping at pieces of thought

reaching out,
something-

but nothing
is ever there.

Does this bore you?
Bore a hole in your chest?
Hands in, together now,

The sinking sensation will pass
given time, evolving into
anger confusion and

eventual acceptance,
paired with
indifference.