Dark Spots

"What I see is truth for me"

I did not see the pot hole

and my fountain of energy -

my elixir espresso -

exploded like fireworks

on the inside of my windscreen

dripping down like black mud

from a relentless cyclone.

I cleaned what I could

and once or twice I blinked

the woeful reality, now synced

that the dark spots remain

on the windscreen

of my soul.