Lagoon Front

When my soul is deeply troubled
With thoughts putting my mind in a ruffle
And life and living takes a toll on me
Friends and strangers trolling me
Lengthy conversations nitpicking my brain
Syringes piercing my veins
I find my way to this place
Where homos and crustaceans have a space
Where nature and serenity reigns
Here in solitary i temporary reside
Alone,by myself at the waterside
My legs covered in the sand
Pieces of stones in my hand
One for every harsh condemning judgment
Of folks for what was honestly told to them
One for those dumb insensitive questions
Asked with cruel insincere intentions
One for broken trusts and friendships
And newly constructed fences
One for the children of god
Comforting with the hatred of love
Rocks of all shapes gathered together
Thrown separately inside the still waters
Some relief and a clear mind like the face of the moon
Some encounter at the front of the lagoon!