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