Vacancy

In the middle of time is nowhere,
In that realm, I stagnate there.
Rest stop along deserted crossroads,
Worn landscape scenery erodes.
 
Notions forge residual sands,
Grains sift from wrung hands,
Fated nightmares take hold,
Phobias manifest as fears unfold.
 
Repetition an ambitious lost cause,
Tallying all demons and flaws.
Each path to travel an option,
Neon flickers, proceed with caution.
 
Vacancy, in a psychedelic motel,
Dripping faucet allotted hell.
Gas-gauge languishes on E,
Evaporating like sanity
 
Dreams crumble to silt,
Regret over sorrows spilt.
Pointed fingers at a reflection,
Yields judgmental rejection.

A speck, each moment alive,
Grueling habits to survive.
Routines haunt the brain,
Poe's raven mocks, “Nevermore sane.”
 
Pounding within an hourglass,
Wayward nostalgia will pass.
Soon moments will shatter,
A journey will no longer matter.