Circles In the Rain
Am I forever running circles in the rain?
Will the clouds be cast always overhead?
Shall I be endlessly treading water till I drown,
or end up crippled by the burdens upon my brow?
The pain, the pressure, unrelenting stiffness,
subluxed, weakened, worn, ground down.
Now lost, confused, distant, decaying,
till all that remains is dust and clay.
So will I forever run circles in the rain,
my pleas for help a distant, unheard refrain?
None to assist whilst my vision becomes a haze,
my perception my senses lost in dreary daze.
10.18.2022
Copyright © Charlotte Watkins | Year Posted 2022
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