An empty seashell
I can hear the sea
It’s empty and hollow
Like my mind and my thoughts
I’m like a flightless bee
I can’t be happy
I can only feel sadness
And loneliness and anger
But people don’t seem to see
I can’t collect pollen
Only lay there, barely breathing
Helpless, a disgrace
The others have left me to suffer
As I listen to the seashell
My mind starts to blur
And a little bee flies past
It flies away into the distance
Taking my joy and happiness with it
I now have no purpose
I have nothing left
So I walk into the sea
Deep under the surface
It hurts just like a bee sting
My heart starts to slow
My vision begins to go
I think of the little bee
Dead, helpless, worthless, gone
-12.26.17