MOLASS: English Mid 16th century word (in an earlier sense). North-american molasses.
The winding roads weave in and out Through the thick murkiness of my mind Molass density permeates this soupy blackout Opening the door for foggy convoluted whimsy A marginal lucidity that’s delicate and flimsy A menacing daze to which I am resigned On the threshold sitting so precarious I waver uncontrollably with wits amiss Of a mind gone off track and delirious Vile visions born of darkness whirl inside my head That they might escape is what most I dread Those shadowy creatures that umbra nights dismiss Read on air by invitation ~ June 22, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS' AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Submitted on January 4, 2019 for contest RHYME TIME 7- DEEP AND DARK sponsored by LU LOO - RANKED 1ST
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