The Shell Cratered Mound

Here I am in the fast lane

Just ahead of the next Omicron strain

Looking back was my life in vain?

Just trying to ease that strain,

They say it’s just a walk in the park

Suddenly they’re groping in the dark

No new journeys upon which to embark

Just offshore their awaits a shark,

Trying to avoid life’s booby traps

You’re cruising along and suddenly reality snaps

Your loved one died by accident perhaps

Trying to piece it all together but too many gaps,

I needed you but you couldn’t have cared less

Your cruelty left me speechless

Lost everything over a loving caress

In relativity to a point in time-meaningless,

The pitfalls all around just follow that sound

Being chased by the Baskerville’s Hound

Like planting the flag on a shell cratered mound

To think she once held you spellbound,

Time to redirect you fire

To an elevation higher and higher

To that lingering funeral pyre

Remember to swallow that age defier,

With expectations you entered the secret cave

Inside there supposed to be things you craved

Then you found that it was all in the way you behaved

You fell to your knees praying to be saved.