Day Five
Without Love
Footfall retreating
in ever decreasing circles
the taste of cold coffee
bitter on tongue
Insommniac
existing in a void
without dreams
where endless days
stretch like elastic
ever tighter, ever more fragile
Circling like horses
trapped on a gaudy
over painted carousel
forever spinning
faster, faster
in an out of control world
Where bright lights
dazzle
and silence beckons
like a siren call
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