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Against the Current
September 14, 2014
My mind is like an ocean of contemplations.
As I lay sleeping, constantly dreaming,
my thoughts are creating a burning sensation.
I come to realize that this ocean is utter damnation
The pressure swells in an over-encumbering sensation,
the tide rises, mimicking my frustration.
I lay stagnant as the ocean returns to consume my sanity,
now, all I own is the feeling of vanity.
Where is my salvation?
The ocean disappeared long ago.
as I remain awake, constantly moving.
My mind is like a desert of isolation,
© Piper C.
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This poem is an extension of myself. It is an explanation of why I fear and cherish conciousness and slumber as my mind races through the night, while being silent thorughout the day.