Fondly Unfamiliar
Baste me
Until I’m moist
And ready to roam
More common
Then not for me
The crows come to feast
In related news
Fork in the
Roads narrowing in
Peddling slower
My individuality is
Thoroughly drenched
Filter
Out the quagmire
And mop up all the clutter
Slightly able
To withstand it for now
Functionality’s stunned
Casually watching
As my time piece
Slows to a flicker
The glass mirrors in my
Hourglass crack
As they stumble to keep up
Beside me
Stuck In a game
Of inches
One wrong move
Could sway the scales Overboard
Skimming
The surface as the grains
Of sand harden in
On my location
Peaking my
Weary head outta my
Tomb
Scouring for a
Sliver of divine light
A slice of hope
Worth holding onto
There’s a impasse
Heeding on my compass
Narrowly am I going
Through the motions in tact
When I’d rather not admit
What’s truly troubling me
Deeply like the stumbling blocks
I can’t seem to dodge