The saying goes
once the ship sets sail...

Its hard to exhale
when you have no breath...

The tighter you squeeze
does your grip increase...

He sits,
looking down this peek...

When all his lost
Hope worn thin...

Stuck inside my mind
leaving all i love behind...

How does my heart beat
i no longer know...

You can't see it, but its there
hovering above me, compressing the air...

It slowly
eases...

I watch the waves
from a sandy beach...

As i stand alone on a windy hill
looking into the trees...

He's bleeding
but its not blood...