Erosion

my mind is an erosion of cliffsides along the sandy shores where winds blow away and erode the layers of once-prominent facades which proudly faced the tempermental forces of nature until the years of strife weakened its very structure to a crumbling pile of rock and soil at the bottom of an uneven pile damaging all in its path of destruction which encourages an alluvial gush when the rains arrive adding to the muddy wasteland leaving a chaotic scene of despair for hopelessness in which there is no turning back to what was once and to cleanup the mess of the rumble and roar of nature's attack on my abode of self which resides at the bottom of a cliff all broken up waiting for the tide to sweep me away