When the day is over
I can still see you
being ****** into
a whirlpool
of turbulence
swirling at
your ankles
refusing to let go

what kind of hell is this
where your demons
won’t let you be
and the swirling
seaweed stops
for nothing
when you’re fighting
to get out

Mom,
I’m really sorry and
I know my demons
haunt you too
but when today is over
when everyday is over
I hope you still know
that I love you.