92. Wet

Feet slipping at home.
You never know when you'll fall back
From stress exerted that caused you to sweat.

Hands losing their grip.
Always grasping for something more
Hoping it'll stop you from losing balance.

Mind melting apart.
Logic losses it's reason
As each act becomes programed.

Heart racing to its death.
No longer filled with care
When filler replaces solitude.

What was once a solid foundation
Loses its form and falls apart.

Now seeping to change
Into its adversity, willingly.