My disability 

it’s the inability

of my inner me

to reach stability

conflicted with

fluctuations of

misguided affections

wrong directions

it’s killing me

but I await gently

cooling effects when water ejects

I detect her to be close

beaches filled with sounds discrete 

beneath my feet

caught in a wave 

of repetitive repetitions

my petitions for escape

go unheard

in the end

my crying plea

to be free

is not about me

but about you