In transit

I met a soul,

A kindred spirit perhaps.

Engaging, our rapport,

Still left me unsure.

I guess nothing lasts.

Cookie

In my aim to not let the cookie crumble,

As I fumble with my conscience decisions,

It seems I cause a harmful incision

To every beating bloodbath I seem to sink into...

Hearts.

Surely they should be stronger?

Take the brunt of my haphazardness,

If only for a little longer.

I have blundered through the wreckage

That wavered to and fro,

It seems I was the catalyst

To let the whole empire go.

Inside

Introspection

A constant inspection

And chronic need for correction

A notion that’s lacking direction

With a mirrorless reflection