Sinking into solid ground,
your meaning already out of sight,
buried where you can’t reach
so you’re forced to face
the world alone,
but all you can do
is stay crouched
and desperately claw
beneath your feet.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Sinking into solid ground,
your meaning already out of sight,
buried where you can’t reach
so you’re forced to face
the world alone,
but all you can do
is stay crouched
and desperately claw
beneath your feet.