drowning in my sea of thoughts
raging like a tsunami over the sand
decapitating the ones i love
the things i love
no longer can i comprehend

my mind has been permeable
in which chimeras pass through
so easily, unabsorbed
i'm not afraid, just weak
weakened by time
and situations, that taunt me
apprehensions stimulate old habits

searching for ground
to break free from the drowning
the tide pulls my legs further
under the waves
crashing into my chest
losing my breath

gasping for air
one more time
choking on seaweed and salt
finally, my body is thrown
onto solid rock,
crashing hard,
my bones, broken

this is the way it is,
that's how it's going to be
figuring how to deal
with what, exactly, is me