Silent Turmoil

the absurdity of day to day life

spiraling down down

round round

all the same 

one bleeds into the next 

a blur of grey blue and green

stop 

pondering is almost unheard of

look up 

left right

fear and realisation

one pair of two eyes have seen 

everything is unclean

Author's Note

this is a very different one for me, usually i write with a clear rhythm in mind and i almost always rhyme... tell me what you think pls