wrying

i sleep in the sands where the sea laps

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 upsidedown-thing's not working;

{and i can't} stop wrying.