Sinking in the riptide

swirling this whirlpool

With a girl to hide.

Round and round I go,

where I’ll stop no one will know.

Let me be alone in this strife

not one of them will see

within their life,

and let me walk

with such duplicity,

making the most

of all that is me.

And take what’s left

to serendipity,

where I can hopefully

leave behind

depression’s cavity,

in the hollow hole

of life’s capacity,

in a world unchanged

of maximum security

for the likes of folks

just like me,

to say they’ll be helped

to the Nth degree,

does not leave peace

but unsettling things

with causation

of casualties.

insanity rings.