Losing my hair
Losing my mind
Losing all sight
Of what I want
down the line
Sanity, I fear
Is not something
I'm ever meant to find

handicapped
heart attack
brain on fire
pressure getting higher
boa constrictor
around my life
rescue me
take me out of my plight

Running, running,
Running into the new wave of life that has splashed over
With the promise
Of light and
Love
Running , running,
Running into the inevitable

Single
footsteps,
in the sand
form behind me,
another reminder
that my journey
is my own

The
waves,
They lazily wash over,
effortlessly
filling my imprints,
restoring perfection
to the beach

But,
although they are
now hidden,
I still know
they existed,
In my mind,
And from the sand
On my feet

There is mystery in
WORDS,
If you
ARE
not told of the meaning,
Hidden
MESSAGES
in text,
That can hide in plain sight