I look around me
The view is a fuzzy mass blurred from sight
My head is spinning
About to hit a wall
Round and round it goes
Even when everything slows down
Just for a mere moment
The motors soon kick back in and off it goes
Round and round
Overlapping circles
Trying to break free
Yearning to take in some- any light shed upon it
I look around me
The view is a fuzzy mass blurred from sight
Where did the flashlight go?
Was it ever even there?
Or did it just fuel the everlasting fire of thoughts?
The realization is nonexistent
And my head, spinning, hits a wall
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Where The Sun Meets The Skyline
PoetryIt takes just the right kind of light to create such a sight. But that's the beauty of it; it only happens when the timing is right. This a collection of poems written by yours truly. Hope you enjoy!
