wouldn't you like to know
about the windstorm in my head
how the stormy weather keeps me glued to my bed
how when i awake from a night of rest
all i want to do is return to the sandy beaches
and the warmth of the clear blue sky
the wisp of air across my cheek
just barely kisses my soul
with a breath of fresh air enough to sustain me
to keep my heart intact
from breaking into a trillion tiny pieces
the shells on the sand
one prick  a deadly shock
the darkening sky waves goodbye to the warm and sandy beaches as they're swept away into another dimension of fantasy
a utopia
but alas all that remains on that damned beach
is a body lying still
above a bed of broken pieces
amidst a windstorm in my head