My mind is a broken faucet
constantly leaking thoughts
that pool steadily
forming an entire ocean
with tides that swell at the shores of consciousness.
I struggle to stay afloat
in my own turbulent sea,
desperately trying to distinguish
between illusion and reality
as I drift among demons that try to sink me
and angels willing to lend their wings.
But I am barely treading through the present
unable to escape the current of yesterday
untill I am finally overcome
and drown in the sea of my own fabrication.