The Cycle
I am tarnished
I am stained
I am damaged goods
I need to be cleansed, wiped clean of the darkness that envelops my body and mind
The daily cycle starts
Anytime night or day, as I close my eyes, praying for the shortest respite
I am drowning in a putrid mix of misfiring chemicals
Two separate entities harbouring different agendas
My body wants to shut down, slip away peacefully - It wants to sail a boat towards Tranquillity Bay
My brain is full of manic thoughts as it races up and down Overdrive Boulevard
Accelerating, uncontrollably in a maddening incoherent state - it has no intention of slowing down
This is my ambivalent, degenerate existence people
Welcome to the cycle
Welcome to the lives of the millions of silent ones amongst us, paralysed by the cycle and suffering in silence
The drum roll slows its beat
It stops, the cycle has ended – For now
I am not cleansed, clean or refreshed
I am blooded
I am stained
Bruised, battered, drowned
Even more damaged.
Please help me!!
Cut the power
Silence the drum
Show me how to break the cycle and sail again
Copyright © Stephen Ferrett | Year Posted 2017
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