so this is it jumped ship or whatever it's being called these days
I feel myself falling Alice like into a murkier space than before
where the silence gnaws at my brain splinter of a twinkle heavens above
quite obvious what's happening ignorance that flares up like a blanket of acne
an excuse that drips quick from the fingers
your game is peeling from every corner and rolling the dice
ain't as easy as I found it when you spoke with an actual voice
Written: November 2017. Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.