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An eternal rush, pulled by the gravity of helplessness

Succumbing to the vacuum of influence

Chained by the mighty hands of fate

The burden is growing by seconds

Late soundless nights

Is it the mind or just a tramp?

Distant cries of Aphrodite, mostly unheard

Paying no heed to the relentless sobs

Bracing the new order

One direction, one word and you are gone

Still one summer to walk and one fall to see

Still sometime in the groove

Same people, looks, allegations…

No more countdowns---------

Reviews

[Captain Ugly]

That was a good write. Interesting emotions and wishes not completely defined. That made it better. I find in poetry that the struggle always seems more magical when it's not mucked up with the goal. I truly enjoyed.
Just Me.
Captain Ugly