Slowly Spinning.

Life.

I sit on this merry go-round,
Still awaiting my stop.
I stare up past the clouds into infinite space,
My eyes begin to sting.
Catching no rays, only grey.
I feel I am alone here.
The faceless souls are not familiar,
The laughing is more like screams.
My eyes involuntarily drift back,
My head begins to roll.
Unable to support itself against the swirl.
Round and around...and around.
I try to whisper, tell them to stop.
Only a silent breath escapes.
Losing my grip as it circles again,
My body starts to melt.
And even though I fall,
Holding my gaze with daytime stars,
-We do another round
round
round.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

It's a sad one. Bruce Springsteen said he exercises to keep away the crazies.

Keep writing. The ability to put down words on a page is all we've got sometimes, but if you're up to being swallowed, it's something you can drown in without disappearing.

"daytime stars" is a nice phrase.

[Lizardo]

Ah true, I usually feel like this in my life, round and round, a cycle of a cycle, day by day doing the same thing and all we want is to do something different
This is a great poem and enjoyable to read, I love this poem! :)
You did a great job on this one