When all alone I feel confined
 Pressures in my head
 Teaming with the pulsation of thoughts, odium and actions
 Fists clench and draw back in fits of rage
 Unforgiving twitches twist and thrash about
 My insanity surfaces on my superficial cloak
My solid foundation of sanity revealed as sandy castles moat
Filled with tide water silt
Washed away in waves of emotion
Salty sting, sand burn as I fall to my face scrape this frown and scratch my eyeballs
Roll me over, tuck and flip
Then as quickly as this has come
It will abate and leave me tired, insane and helpless.
I will swim and crawl back to shore so i may build this whimsical castle again.

by unheardof
Justin H. Sanderson

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