Chased by Reality

Up and up the winding staircase

Your enemy not far behind.

The world keeps turning

despite your struggle. 

The staircase keeps winding,

And your muscles grow weak.

How long can this fight continue?

The enemy is gaining.

The world is turning.

The end in coming. 

The battle is not yet won.

Yet, it feels so close to over.

How long can this battle last?

The world keeps turning.

The battle is ending.

A new beginning is nearing.

When the battle is over,

A new war will begin.

Such is fate when the world keeps turning.

And it will keep turning.

It will turn despite

Pain, failure, and loss, 

Joy and success.

There will always be and ending.

There will always be something keeping the world turning.

And sometimes you just have to get caught,

So you can start again.

The world keeps turning.

The endings keep coming.

The introductions are written.

There will always be a new beginning

At the end of the staircase.

Reviews

[Phillip Francis]

I really like the cadence of your poem. I enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing.