Round and round again
When will it end
I found myself, again
Falling off the shelf again
But right before I hit the ground, I wake up again
Starting off, back at the top, looking down
Waiting to fall
Bound to habits like the creature I am
Times I'm not thinking at all
Crowded
By the loudest of sounds
It's only
A matter of time
Before I'm facing the ground again
Closer, and closer
Here it comes, I'm counting rounds
One hundred and one
Up, and down
Until I say, "Not Again."
Then, the ring breaks
And remains– None
The merry-go-round lays on its side
Never to be wound up again
About the Creator
JM
Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.
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