One month down and it's in sight, I'm guaranteed to lose my mind

These sparks fly out

without warning,

burning fiery red;

calling out for attention,

an electric shock on the mind.

The lines are blurring

and melting into each other.

This sweet gooey mess

has me stuck.

I went through the motions alone,
you counted the exit routes

on one hand, and
I can't ignore the rust.
Yet, the trees still grow
but there are some days where
I miss the earth.