I’m burring myself,
digging my grave,
throwing myself,
into deep trenches,
beneath the earth’s surface,
engulfing myself in flames,
licking my surface,
scorching my soul,
blazing, raging fire.
in the battlefront,
of a war,
with guns,
grenades,
bombs,
under my tender feet,
in the softest sand,
ready to explode,
sweep me into its smoke,
kill me.
the tsunami is raging,
its fierce waters,
rushing,
dashing,
streaming,
pouring in over me,
engrossing me in its salt.
the knife,
slicing,
piercing through me,
etching marks in my heart,
engraving the word “depression”.