Nighmares

So many mistakes I have made they pile up like death, an avalanche waiting for you to slip. Every misplaced step I took leads me here lying in my memories reversing only to play back in my head. Every sound smell, feeling as vivid as the next to the point the motion makes me spin. Dreams that haunt sane men. Eyes close to hide what might appear within the dark shadows that plague my mind as quick as the lives it took.
I am growing old with time falling quicker than sand. The faster I run it seams the further I must go. The drum beats slow the pressure increases as everyone looks with judging eyes. Counts of three go tossing through my strings. A pulse sets in motion as tiny vessels set course. I hear The water swaying, moving only to crash against the foreign object that sets course to a helpless voyage. I am barley standing and hardly sitting.
Freedom has never felt so lonesome or so cold when the wind blows oceanic air.