Stuck there for Days Unknown

Stuck there like a sponge.
The viscous walls closing in,
unknown, unaware.

Cracks in the pavement,
krill like creatures come to life,
The fast dance of wings.

Here for a moment
each then gone with a flutter.
Race. Mayfly live on.

Earn your position,
fight for what is right. Alright.
Open doors soon shut.

Relax and unwind.
Days have passed you by and by.
All this time waiting.

Yet, what’s it all for?
Still, you sit and wait and wait
Unfit and alone.

Not wasting your time.
Knowing all too well, too well
now is not the time.

Own up and move on.
Wake up Charlie, move along.
Now, Charlie get born.

Hour Five, 1pm

Stuck there for Days Unknown
(form Acrostic/ 8 haiku series 5 of 24)
Charlie the Mayfly.

v.j.calone