Lost Under Sands’ Pressure

Sandy, my mind feels, like little grains, it’s so unreal…….. I feel so amazingly lost, Maybe a flashlight I should have brought, So I could light my way, Under all of the darkening, of this day, I try to speak, but I cannot say, I don’t know what is wrong with me; I don’t know what to do, I’m so sick and tired, of being confused, Always lost and being abused, By my own minds treacherous thoughts, and being constantly accused, That I bring about all of this stormy weather, That I do nothing to make life better, Optimistically is a way I do not think, not at all, not ever, When I was happy I felt as light as a feather, But now that I am nothing, I am forever and completely lost under sands’ pressure.