My Silver hair blows in the breeze,
This soft touch,
Puts my heart at ease.
I clench my fist, full of sand,
My thoughts wonder off,
far from land.
warm, salty, tears,
sting my eyes,
my own fears,
are full of deceit and lies.
Waves crash,
Lights are being shined,
it is me.
they want to find.
But I stay still,
trapped,
a prisoner of my own mind.
Claire, Claire
my mother shouts
I try to call her...
but then I black out.
written on the 29/04/11
