Fake uneasiness

 Sore ransom with no regret,

drowsiness impending ever since I met myself,

don’t fail to hype my fleet sorrow.

I constantly skirt off into a cover

quite appealed to your resemblance.

I might be trashed like a wildebeest

staggered ashore at the break of day.

With a certain flair

your allure infers

and steps in for nothing at all.

Don’t hide my detour

and let me drift on illusion.

I feel like moving forth

in between you and dolphin sightings.

No wonder my oars will be tied down

like the harsh reality.

Rough weather looms,

bouts of despair in a docked heart.

I need to upend my good judgement.

Your humbling words are no longer

  my foundation.

Still mesmerised by your dump...