A Shell

Life.Sink in deep,A pit filled to the rim,Overflowing.Silky, navy waves,Drip over the sides.Rippled water,Hair swims like lace.Trapped underneath the surface,Banging muffled.My own reflection-Broken and shattered.Unheard. Unseen. Unspoken.Apart from myself. A shell,Alone. Empty. Separated. 


Around bedtime, creativity demonstrates ecstatic furnishings. Greatly helping Imaginations jumble.Killing lament memories near open places.Quietly resting sensitive tears under vexing walls. X yelling zero. Now that was a random A-Z poem, with some hidden meanings.