Bats, Sand And Self

-Best read at a fast pace-

These bats fly around
Like my problems they can't hit ground
For every time they try to land
They begin to get sucked by the quick sand
Which is the thoughts that begin to swirl
Around the problems they begin to twirl
Until my mind can't cope no more
And begins to claw toward the door
But it's stuck in the ground
Being swallowed by the sand around
Panic breaths and blind beings
Terrified by what I'm seeing.
Taken in and pulled right through.
From my mind I begin to cool.
As I sink back into myself.
My mind can be tackled by someone else.

©Odd