NaPM 28 April 2022

[Semicircle]

Defeated by a riddle

Floor's heartbeat, plucking away hairs.
Empty rooms, in the middle sits chairs.
Submarine takes the plunge
down deep into sponge,
listening to 90's grunge
down deep in the sponge.
Sleeping inside dreams;
plagued by nightmares.

Every part of the
bottomless pit
is it's middle.
Every small question
turns to riddle.
Excuse me if I'm bitter,
I didn't want this sitter
of entrails and litter.
Though,
I appreciate
the plucked hairs
I can fiddle.