The ball kept rolling,
Spinning in circles,
Spiralling up the tree,
Again and again.
The cycles never finished,
The action never stopped,
The movement never ends,
The ball never ceases.
Up, up, up
Dragging on forever,
Possibilities are infinite,
The finale beyond sight;
Don't turn out the light.
Silence, loud, deafening silence. I can’t look her in the eyes, but I can’t rip mine away, so I stare. It’s not awkward or anything, I mean she’s staring too.
I’m put in a box
Here I’ll stay, as from the edge
I was pushed away
I’m angry, I’m furious, I’ll try to let it out by complaining,
by venting, by ranting, maybe to one, two, or even three people.
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