Minuscule Remains

Cede the nescience you hold

Favoring me through a black crystal ball

A grin as wide as an ocean crevice

Casted down by the shortest stick

Bitterly tasting its end

 

Linked is this heart

Loop and chain

That I wear so proudly

Ready to pass the torch

Of my fiery dedication

And my restless dreams

Edging to the surface

Anxiously in need

 

I hunger for a chance

A speck of regard

To cease these floodgates of doubt

From succumbing to the pressure

Of tides turned

And frustration seethed

This clawing conscience

Fighting desperately

To stay afloat

On miniscule remains

 

2014 Vincent Cuccolo