Cul-De-Sac

There are times when my thoughts make me dizzy. What day is it? Did I forget to make an appointment? My mind becomes so boggled that I'm thrown into a tizzy, knowing more hours in a day is the healing ointment. Rushing around in circles, but not getting anywhere. If I try to travel too fast, I feel like I'm in a cul-de-sac, repeatedly missing my exit before I'm even aware that I'm a freight train roaring down the same track. Houses in the crescent curve are just empty facades. Sometimes I have trouble recalling which one is mine. It's confusing to live in a world infiltrated with frauds and continue to think, "Everything's gonna be just fine." Cul-de-sacs have only one way in and the same way out, but when pressing anxieties of life get me distracted, I'm a pugilist hugging the ropes, sadly losing the bout. It's time for circular streets to be rezoned or redacted. February 23, 2023 This or That, Vol 16 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Edward Ibeh