Feeding a Current
The Universe plays games with a cynic,
building a refuge of restless comfort;
Not knowing what road I’m supposed to pick,
every one met with a clever retort;
Chaos feels like it’s blowing me apart;
So much solace with your monotony,
but crazy is all that’s in it for me;
Over and over just spinning around;
Simply a paradox actually;
Feeding a current even as you are drowned.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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