Underneath the Bubbles

The lines in my eyes are red-rimmed in sweat Burning is the sensation of this melting intellect Focus has abandoned to an easier place to think Unmanned in disaster melted skin turning pink The ringing in my ears compromises my own thought Unable to pay attention to who, when, where, or what Overwhelming my existence, won't follow my own path Nothing seems to add up I just can't do the math Lines crack beside the crow's feet of my eyes Belief is beginning to feel like the Devil in denial The sands never fall up just down to time one's death The water is rising under the bubbles of my last breath bmdavey@01/16/2023