Never free

Sadness seeping back

Like an arrogant tide

 back to regain 

as it was destined to do

leaking into the channels 

eroding my rocks

Filtering in and out of consciousness

As time drags behind behind me 

like a will less child

I want to disfigure myself

if I was not so shy

my skin would groove 

like veins in the wet sand 

ebb and flow of flesh deformed

Absent from my human form