No title (Poem)

Point of no return, meaningless squabbles of the heart

Sifting through the sand, losing sight of who I am

The rain falls with incredible force; raindrops of intensity

My mind feels scrambled, maybe more like pureed

My fingers feel numb; it’d be a shame for us to end this way

There’s a muddy outlook; it’s still buried in the sand

I pause; I fail to breathe in even as I begin to fall out

Dragged through the Earth, please let me be

I can’t handle this, I just want to sleep

Pouring it out, feeling the difference in your aura

To say I’m lost is an understatement, equal to you being decent looking

The moment of clarity, the moment of truth

If I’m to perish, my own influx in my disparities must be magnified

It’s a clinical thought, maybe commitment would help

Heart ache becomes heart attack, but no enemy in site

Happiness suicide, it’s the end result of mental nonsense