On being inside time

I lose myself inside today
Rattling against walls 
Smooth unmarked unyeilding
With the futility of 
An unwatched clock

Today is much too vast
The space

Between moments 
Too subtly slippery
A breath held between stars
I find myself in between
Vacuumed of self 
In space no one can hear you scream
In time I can't hear myself either
In this room there is only

Me

Rattling against the polished strings
Of troubled synapses
The gentle deflation
Of an overbright balloon
In the dust and memories 
Of parties
And empty rooms

Only this room isn't empty.

There is only

Me.