Grabbing for mud

Useless to grip

Slips through my fingers

And drips

Splatters the ground.

Grabbing for mud

Stumble behind

My mind through my fingers

Entwined

Strangles my heart.

Grabbing for mud

Too dry to hold

It’s cold through my fingers

Too old

Crumbles with rot.

Grabbing for mud

Liberty lost

The cost through my fingers

The frost

Melts dreams away.

Grabbing for mud

Trapped in a flood

It buds through my fingers

My blood

Surges white hot.

Grabbing for mud

The clock doesn’t stop

Time lops through my fingers

The drop

Rises once more.

Grabbing for mud

Words craft the cage

They rage through my fingers

The page

Fills and becomes.