I am so bland, parched
and dry; I sleep in
the sands where the
sea laps and strands
of death wrap the depths
of ocean in my mind.
::
{I asked}the moon for tides,
{but} waves keep
crashing near; {I am}
tired afraid aching {saying}
“leave me alone my darling…
{i’m okay}; I’m dying,”
and slowly silently blinding.
{those words} i spake to the wave,
it slapped and lapped at me
waxing and waning
eclipsing the whiteness
{i need to}wear over my regrets
nobody gets except you{hear}me
laughing while not laughing
—this upsidown-thing's not working;
{and I can't} stop wrying.
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