Endless Circles
These circular and endless gyrations
the scaring of those cruel inactions
resulting torrents of frustrations
bland unrelenting dissatisfactions
No softness in my life
only grinding in my head
just the constant march of strife
looking for a feathered bed
Black cloud hovers constant deluge
ice soaked standing all alone
looking for a little refuge
never knowing what is home
Journey now without sweet voice
internals harsh though I beseech
the ringing is of better choice
and though I see I still can't reach
Copyright © Timothy Barry | Year Posted 2016
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