She Shells

Sitting here
Thinking this
There’s nothing I can save
And everything I can lose
Where can you go when it hits?
Slam
You’re drowning now
No breath
Lost smiles, sleeping easily
They pass your fidgeting shell
What’s wrong? They say
Go to sleep. They say
Just relax! They say
You’re too sensitive. They say
Have you tried meditating? They say
But meditation leads to procreation of every single moment of pain piling upon itself growing on top of you and medication aimed at forced sedation stopped working a long time ago
You’re so free that the guilt of what you could do with that time that you’re wasting worrying has created a prison
And you’re it.