Words fumble from my mouth.
I don’t know what I’m saying.
Just run on sentences for this role that I’m playing.

Lost and without a trace.
I seem to be stuck in the same place,
Running at a faster pace,
As the faltering smile fades from my face.

Where’s my heart?
It feels lost to the panic of the mind.
Slowly but surely, the sands fall,
And I begin to unwind.
Unsure of the direction inside,
And lost among the spiral that precedes the ******...
I wonder if I could pull myself from this riptide.