Poetry A filement of delusion

[Noahhatesme]

I thought i was over it
That the sting of entanglement ceased
I belived in a remedy
And the gurgling brook would bellow
I worried no lesser
The tide still sweeped my footprints
I had been born un-mangled
Tucked a delusion in tight and sound

The filement had melted
I was abandoned among my reflection
The tidle waves rushed
As i collect all my trinkets
My prized thropy case
Filled with empty bottles of pills
Never did i think
My eyes traveled further than ive walked

I grasp a clump of grass
With needle pricks and bandage dressings
I ingest the dirt
From which the flowers grew
Over grown and shriveled
I plead my case with peonys
That is when i fell to dust
From which i wont return