Circle of Strife

Again again the loop does spin
Happy sad, then tragic, ring

Build a wall up piece by piece
Then kick to bits with big shoed feet

Over, under, far and wide
From shadow monster you can’t hide

Memories fading faster than dreams
Remaining fragments bleaching clean

Faded writing smudging out
Creamy paper ruined now

Static, shocking howling grey
The oily skin sloughs off in spray

Bony skull in opaque air
Falling out your long blonde hair

Blonde? No! Bone white, old and dry
The bits you shed, they pierce your eye

Mood boat sinking, ti p p i    n g, W r  eC k E  d
(You bought the ticket, you paid your rent)

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