Running around like a fairest wheel
Round and round I go the same dance
Stuck in the same moves
Its all a guessing game to me
Maybe I'm done with this ride
But the belt is too tight
Where's my knife
I stare down what's my next move(Run)
It is a far fall but how high i go
And how far have I fallen
Its been days months years
But I haven't hit anything(Bang)
Nothing to stop the pain
But I feel so drain
When will I hit the bottom
Or will I keep reaching to the top
Is that a good thing or a bad
The situations roll over and over
My mind escaping the seat
So close I'm almost there(Slam)
- Author: Daniel Nicholas Ellis (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 6th, 2019 07:59
- Comment from author about the poem: This is my 7th one Ive written.
- Category: Unclassified
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