Crumbling

Many’s the night you’ve walked these same miles, without ever lifting from your chair.
Dreams like loosed cobblestones, a path crumbling underneath your worn, hobo shoes.
Brief solace sometimes sought, diversions for your wearied soul.
Slippery side streets and names you no longer remember.

This week, dVerse Poets provided the Quadrille (44 words) prompt word: cobble.

8 thoughts on “Crumbling

    • Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, Grace. It’s about the regrets – chances not taken yet too many diversions consumed. Was working towards the notion of ‘slippery slope’ and the idea of forgetting names of those with whom you wasted time.

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