Round and Round I Go
Round and round I go
through a vicious circle of life,
round and round it goes,
cutting me like a knife.
Never growing or moving on,
always staying the same,
frantically searching
for someplace to hide the blame.
Trapped down deeply inside me
lives a lifetime of pain,
wrapped up tightly
by a towering wall of shame.
You won't ever see me
when I start to bleed,
because a long time ago
I was forced to hide that need.
It was way back then
someone first planted the seed,
and as years passed
its vines consume me like a weed.
You may hear me cry
sometimes perhaps even out loud,
but still the truths are shrouded
by deep and darkened clouds.
At times I may try to reach out
for a hand among the crowd,
but my feelings overwhelm me
and I feel that I'm not allowed.
Someday I may have an awakening
when even my soul will rebel,
and I can begin to fight
and break through this hardened shell.
For now I'm only able to survive
and with each moment I can tell,
if I get to live or die
and awake from this living hell.
Round and round I go
through the vicious circle of life
round and round it goes,
still cutting me like a knife.
Copyright © Joseph Peters | Year Posted 2005
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