Overgrown Sidewalk

just some random poem i threw together, i tried to keep it to 5 syllables per line, unfortunately i broke that

The people have gone back

Into the crevice of their circle

Falling down on ourselves

We can’t help but peep

Into bitter worlds

Of triangular shape

The formed desire

Seems so forlorn and

Enmeshed within

My happy self control

Pushed on a wet

Sidewalk of empty feet

I cannot help staring now

I feel the sidewalk cracking

And I love it