It's a cycle.
A vicious cycle,
and you just have to keep cycling
round and round in a circle.
And the cogs are turning
the spokes are spinning
rapid and vicious,
so vicious
With nothing to control them
just the fuel
pushing and pushing
with anger and hatred and resentment
Oh, we’ve gone far beyond settlement.
So the spokes are spinning
and the cogs are turning
blots are squeaking
screws are weakening
in the endless spinning
of never winning
but endless taunting
of love now haunting
lives beyond lives,
so hidden are the knives,
so sharp are their blades,
under the icy glaze
of lip gloss smiles
counting all the piles,
of dreams shelved
when you could’ve excelled.
For the sake of what?
Watching her whilst you rot?
Living a life you hate
love won’t reciprocate,
even as you stand at the gates
begging, screaming
everything but achieving.
The one thing you dreamed
a simple chance to have redeemed
your reputation
regardless of the indignation.
Just to build and dream and hope
one day, you might both find a way to cope.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 5:39 AM UTC
It's a cycle.
A vicious cycle,
and you just have to keep cycling
round and round in a circle.
And the cogs are turning
the spokes are spinning
rapid and vicious,
so vicious
With nothing to control them
just the fuel
pushing and pushing
with anger and hatred and resentment
Oh, we’ve gone far beyond settlement.
So the spokes are spinning
and the cogs are turning
blots are squeaking
screws are weakening
in the endless spinning
of never winning
but endless taunting
of love now haunting
lives beyond lives,
so hidden are the knives,
so sharp are their blades,
under the icy glaze
of lip gloss smiles
counting all the piles,
of dreams shelved
when you could’ve excelled.
For the sake of what?
Watching her whilst you rot?
Living a life you hate
love won’t reciprocate,
even as you stand at the gates
begging, screaming
everything but achieving.
The one thing you dreamed
a simple chance to have redeemed
your reputation
regardless of the indignation.
Just to build and dream and hope
one day, you might both find a way to cope.
This is a bit of a brain dump of a poem from a while ago. I never really felt like this was that good of a piece but I also can't figure out how to improve it or edit it without losing the tone, which is the one thing I know I do like, tho it is confusing. So I am treating this post as my gateway back into posting; because this is a poem I won't care if nobody likes.