A few blemishes

Deep is the verse
that swims in the shallows
brevity spread.

An eye for detail
squints in the glare
as reality looks on
examining you.

At the stroke of midnight
sleepless thoughts
scramble for cover
shadows crawl wildly
on cranial walls lit.

While on the trodden path
polished wooden floors
reflect embedded souls
staring from knotted circles,
their augmentation screams
of a tree that once was.

Just a few blemishes.