25 January 2017
Spinning, circles in a hole,
relationships going nowhere.
Nothing that could be done will fix these complications.
Except to leave, to get out of the hole,
escape moments, dreams and memories that
Never happened.
Climbing out is so not easy simply because
In those few brief memories passions were created
Left a fire in both of them.
The fire flamed and burned out in the complications.
Not the first time for either, but the last time for him
There is nothing left to yearn for.
The winter season adding to despair;
short days, longer nights,
A metaphor for dreams never fulfilled.
Time has passed everything by
And only silence is left,
nothing more.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC
25 January 2017
Spinning, circles in a hole,
relationships going nowhere.
Nothing that could be done will fix these complications.
Except to leave, to get out of the hole,
escape moments, dreams and memories that
Never happened.
Climbing out is so not easy simply because
In those few brief memories passions were created
Left a fire in both of them.
The fire flamed and burned out in the complications.
Not the first time for either, but the last time for him
There is nothing left to yearn for.
The winter season adding to despair;
short days, longer nights,
A metaphor for dreams never fulfilled.
Time has passed everything by
And only silence is left,
nothing more.
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