Monday, August 22, 2016

Spinning spiral of life

Out of the spinning spiral of life,

Stems the mist of muddled mix ups

Living with the constant ticking of time

I sometimes lose sight of the crux

Cringing within, at my dishevel,

I boot myself out of my stupor

To trim my toxic self-reproach

But misery is a constant intruder

Lifting my spirits seems futile

It is not for want of trying

Imprinted in my heart and soul

Is the incapability of striving

The hurt and the pain of the past

Shipped slowly at my core

While I moon at a moment of joy

Sorrow slowly begins its gore.