Baggy. Baggy clothes. Baggy persona. Baggy life.
Leaving me feeling blue
Shells shaped into words that
Dig into my soul like a whine bottle fighting a corkscrew
I pace back and forth wondering
Could I fight these demons that lie inside
Even though my head pounds; thundering
Storms scrutinized beyond the oceanside
Violent waves crash over the sea
Destroying the delicate sand underneath.
Why can’t you leave the creatures be
Stay calm; breathe
Stop. Stop trying. Stop trying to fix
What’s left behind
Thoughts being weighed down by bricks
Need to be freed and refined
Sand being felt,
Sand being taken,
Sand being thrown,
Sand being lost.