A look. A sigh.
Resentment, swimming with the whales,
I watch the glassy surface, to see where the glass will fracture.
Breached by festering problems, previously unsaid.
Mouldy stale, pore covered issues,
My monthly subscription never running out,
‘TROUBLE AHEAD’ – same headline every time,
And I just hope, the barnacles protect against glass,
Sometimes they do. Others they don’t.